The Perfect Pen???

Is there such a thing as the perfect pen? I have no idea. All I know is that I stop myself from writing because in the dozens and dozens of pens I have I can't find the "perfect" one. This one doesn't feel right in my hand. That one doesn't have the right color ink. The excuses go on and on while the page remains blank. 

At the end of the day it doesn't matter what type of pen or pencil or crayon I use. What matters is that the words were taken out of my brain and put on the page. I can't let little things like the search for the "perfect" pen keep me from doing what I most want to do - write. If I do then all I have is a closed empty book to add to my already large collection of notebooks waiting to be filled. 

I don't want that. I want the words to come out. I want them out of my head so that I can make room for more. What excuses do you make to keep you from writing, or painting, or starting that project you were so excited about?

Glue booking

     I am obsessed and captivated by glue booking. I take scraps of paper and magazine images and glue them down in a 9in x 6in sketch book. I pick only those images and colors that make me smile. I want an entire book filled with such images. 

        There is something so pleasing about cutting and pasting. It allows my brain to shut off for just a little while. I don't think about anything other then where to put the next piece of paper down and what color washi tape I should add. Hours slip by so easily!

      The image above screamed for words but could have spoken loudly without them. Sometimes I add words but mostly it's about the image and how it makes me feel.

     I love love love bright colors. The brighter the better! They make me smile and brighten my day! What do you do to bring a little color into your day?

Water

     These dark clouds brought with them hours and hours of rain. It was lovely to listen to. I went to bed that night listening to the rain. I thought to myself how soothing it sounded. But then I realized it also sounded really loud and clear. I reached over and touched the windowsill and instantly felt the water coming in. My sheets and mattress were wet on the corner of the bed closest to the window. Turns out there is a leak in the roof that caused water to leak in when the rain was at it's hardest. 

     I had a problem a few days ago with a leaking pipe under my sink due to a clog somewhere deep along the pipes. It was an easy fix and required minimal clean up. This latest adventure with rain made me think maybe the water was trying to tell me something. Maybe I should let things flow their natural course instead of trying to control things or let my fears "clog" things up. 

     I'm doing a lot of thinking about different areas in my life that need some "flow". Are there things in your life that would ease some stress if you just let them "flow" and stopped trying to clog them up?