Can I sing? Nope.
Can I paint? Nope.
Can I draw? Nope.
When I was growing up, this was my "am I creative" litmus test. Like most of the test I took as a kid, I failed. I must not be creative.
As I grew, people would commonly tell me that I was creative. I ended up embracing that idea and accepting my creativity.
I wrongly believed that there are creative people and not so creative people until the day I lost everything and ended up living in a cardboard box under a bridge...