What Happened To The Other 2%?

You Are 98% Creative

You are an incredibly creative person. For you, there are no bounds or limits to your creativity.Your next creation could be something very great... Or at least very cool!

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The giant firs stand upright, charcoal in grey sudsy air. I have a bit left of my tea, and it's warmth luxuriates in porcelain as I inhale damp mist. Soon I will whirl into motion. I love to pause in the morning for just a minute to take in the fresh feeling that accompanies the start of a day. Each has such a different mood and song and I would hate to rush so and leave the refrain to drop.

There is enough breeze to buoy the sheer, and I brush it with my palm and walk out onto the deck. Yesterday was a challenging day, but it was filled with blessings, it just depends on how I choose to view it. I coped with a little fabric therapy, as I figure that is a much more rewarding and cost effective route. The secrets, anguish, which becomes buried in the fibers we purchase and set about designing with. Each piece carries a little hope or a bad memory. As a capsule of the despair of not knowing what to do, we acquire so we can remember an instance with a fabric. It soothes us somehow, even just sitting on the shelf. It excites when an unexpected association becomes apparent with another old friend, and a new idea is born. The glory when it is sewn.

Maybe in making a lot of changes in my life, I have left behind the other 2% of my creativity. Maybe the missing two percent is under a pile of fabric and stifled by the threads that haven't yet been put away from a time before. Perhaps I have it, but it is unused, stifled by the noise of accomplishment and daily life in the needing of having that 2% anyway?

I am due for some time, a block of time in the studio. It gets irritating when life gets in the way, and I think that is the 2% surely. The damp air spurts me onward. The fog is cocooning, it is slowing almost with the atmosphere of obscurity. I delight in this weird, maniacal summer of never ending weather surprises. It is like nature lost it's 2% too, and is making all these changes just to join into the fun. Fore she is a mother of many fabrics, woven textures defined by an invisible wizard whom seeks- to lure, to fascinate, and tempt.