When it comes time for us to choose between a cherished dream and a lousy current drudgery, we often choose to ignore the dream, and blame our continued misery on God. We act like it's God's fault we didn't go to Europe, take that painting class, go on that photo shoot. In truth, we, not God, had decided not to go. We have tried to be "sensible" -- as though we have any proof at all that God is sensible-- rather than see if the Universe might not have supported some healthy extravagance.
I have often said that God himself did not know when to stop-- there is not one red flower, or a hundred red flowers, but thousands. Snowflakes, of course, are the ultimate exercise in sheer creative glee-- no two alike. This creator looks suspiciously like someone who just might send us support for our creative ventures.