My trays upon trays, taunt me some days. I have to have things out in front of me, with my mind trying to figure out how they go together, or I don’t think about them enough to actually put them together. On the other hand, I feel the need to clean them up. I drop stuff regularly because there’s so much stuff out, and then I really feel like I should clean it up. It’s a battle between my creative side and my cleaning side. I can be the most organized person in the world, and then my brain just goes bleh, and I pull everything out again while looking for the one thing I have that will be the perfect thing to go with what I’m working on. Maybe the battle is what fuels my talent. My muse.
A flower does not compete with the beauty around it, it just blooms.
- Part 9: the mess that grows
- Part 10: the mess that grows pt. 2
- Part 11: This entry was prompted by your nice comments. :)