I have to learn the same lessons over and over. While I do require a certain amount of order (and more than many people seem to) in order to function, I can make messes. Messes are creative. I find this most intuitively in the kitchen, where messes and I inevitably intersect. I spill things and drip things. I never bake in black clothes and I have an apron that covers pretty much everything. No amount of care on my part will change the laws of kitchen physics, so I simply try to remember to clean up. Besides, cookies soothe the hearts of even the most intense neat freaks.
Every once in a while, the urge to make a collage comes over me. Usually I just wait it out. Collage is messy. I always end up with little shards of paper everywhere. Also glue in places where glue does not belong. I try to resist the collage habit as well, because nothing leads to clutter like a collage habit. NO! Don’t throw away those magazines and catalogs! Collage! Those photos with everyone looking possessed? Collage! That box, label, sticker, can tab? Mine! For collage!
But what if I don’t wait it out this time? What if I take all the little pieces of detritus and glue them together into something interesting, a life, say?