What kind of fuss do you love? What’s your favorite mess?
I think these are great and revealing questions because they point to what you REALLY love rather than to what seems like a good idea to love.
All important endeavors involve mess and fuss – the physical mess of paints or sugar or potting soil spilled and books and papers and chairs and dishes out of place, and the mental fuss of figuring out how to make real what you have imagined.
If you don’t mind making a mess and cleaning it up – perhaps when you’re cooking, scrap booking, painting, gardening, researching, composing, throwing a party, or, like me, mucking about with fountain pens and ink – then you know you’re face to face with your real self, the bonafide you.
And when the mess makes you laugh out loud with pleasure – well, keep making it. Make even more of it!
(I write this to you with ink-stained fingers, having spent a quarter hour filling my pens with the most glorious colors this morning – inks from France, Germany, Japan, the US… I don’t mind in the least that I’m “wearing” them to the Christmas festivities!)
