One purpose of existence is being creative.
I spent a sleepless night cursing in frantic effort to prepare for an event the following morning with Aquila my board game. Being creative is sometimes painful work, as lots of things went wrong to conspire to sabotage my efforts.
In pouring rain I travelled with eight heavy Aquila boards to a Colchester venue in the rain. Alternative transport was impossible as all the roads to the venue were closed. Today the Olympic Torch visited Colchester in a relay on its way to the London Olympic Games. Dozens of events were held in the early morning to commemorate the Olympic Torch, with Aquila being one of them.
At the event Aquila was played by modern Colchesterians, an ancient game that had been sleeping in a Colchester Druids grave for 2000 years. Nobody knew the rules, but I was able to creatively put an interpretation of the rules together, and then reintroduced the game back into life. I am a type of Indiana Jones, where I like to reintroduce ancient artifacts back amongst the living, Aquila being one of them.
I spent 40 minutes standing in the rain ending in a ten second glimpse of a passing Olympic Torch; this is how it is with creativity, 90% work and strife ending in that magical 10% of experience that becomes our memory of that moment. As the days pass I will forget the pain I went through preparing for this event, I will remember only the happy success. Creativity is like that.