Life is what we create it to be according to some folks who should know about these things. If you believe that, it places the responsibility for your life squarely on your shoulders, something I have been trying to avoid. I have been stepping up, making decisions, taking action but it is quite time consuming and tiring, if truth be told. Though I must admit some of it is fun and energizing.
However, I have discovered over the years when I create I make a mess. Fabric gets flung. Paint gets splattered. Paper gets strewn. Basically the house is turned upside down. My life is like that too. I can tell when something important is happening. Life gets a bit messy. I would prefer it to be straightforward and easy but the most interesting things happen in the detours.
Today I am circling, right on the edge of making a mess. I am trying to be creative and come up with a decent story line. The joy of writing fiction is that you can create the world as you would like it to be and inhabit it with people of your choosing. If I can create an imaginary world that I love, how hard should it be to create a real life that I love?
However, I have discovered over the years when I create I make a mess. Fabric gets flung. Paint gets splattered. Paper gets strewn. Basically the house is turned upside down. My life is like that too. I can tell when something important is happening. Life gets a bit messy. I would prefer it to be straightforward and easy but the most interesting things happen in the detours.
Today I am circling, right on the edge of making a mess. I am trying to be creative and come up with a decent story line. The joy of writing fiction is that you can create the world as you would like it to be and inhabit it with people of your choosing. If I can create an imaginary world that I love, how hard should it be to create a real life that I love?
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