Everything I touched turned to crap today. Here’s someone leaping off a high dive, something I would never do. I used to be fearless, like Taylor Swift, and now I am fearful, like baby Jessica. Meaning I don’t jump off high stuff or into cold water. With other things like gardening, reading, and emailing, I am still quite fearless.
Earlier this week I was trying to be an adult. I was wearing pants and being tidy. But my brain was not into it. I was completely uninspired. For me to be inspired, something’s gotta be a mess. And I have to sit on top of that mess and make stuff. It’s a good lesson. Those people you see on those blogs. Those pretty pretty blogs. They’re not making ANYTHING. They’ve got a dingy dungeon somewhere and that’s where they make stuff, not that gorgeous, sun-lit room with the macrame and the white ceramics and the alive plants.