I’ve simplified my life by half.
Half of my writing utensils that is.
How hard is it to make your thoughts look anything but imbecile fools when you paint them with ink on paper.
About four years ago I bought an inexpensive pen and pencil set and threw out my stash of random pens and pencils. I kept my pen and pencil in my purse and I used them and only them when I wanted to write something. It simplified my life and it felt very responsible and grown up.
The miracle is that I never lost them.
After four years of using the same cheap set it was finally wearing out so I did something that made me feel even more grown up. I bought a lovely fountain pen. And I did something else. I stopped carrying a pencil.
Talk about extreme living!
We have a book called Drawing With Children where she says to start children drawing with a pen, and not a pencil, because it forces them to be creative and keep going. If you make a line that you don’t like, turn it into something else.
Life is messy. There is no erasure. Make mistakes. When things don’t turn out the way you thought they would (they never do) you learn from it and go on.
I like my new writing system.
It’s full of scribbles made with a beautiful intent.