A long time ago but in this same galaxy, I had a college roommate. She and I once had an interesting conversation about creativity:
Roommate: I’m not creative.
Me: What do you mean you’re not creative?
Roommate: I can’t draw like you. Or write.
Me: That’s not true. You are, too, creative. You do draw and write.
Roommate: But not well. Not like you. I’m not creative.
Me (a little frustrated): That doesn’t mean anything. You don’t have to draw or write to be creative. That isn’t what “creative” means. Your (sociology) work is creative, too.
Roommate: Right…