I love magazines. All kinds of magazines. Magazines dedicated to cooking, magazines dedicated to decorating, style and fashion magazines, business or sports–you pick a genre. If they print it I will read it. Cover to cover, usually. At the very least, each article is at least quickly scanned to see if there is something that piques my interest.
Resisting the urge to bring all of them home with me is an on going challenge. All the creative juices start flowing–I could do that…and that…and that. Never have understood people who get bored. There are a million things I want to do, but the reality is that I don’t have a million years to complete them, nor are there unlimited funds to feed all the projects and the cat, too.
It is actually an exercise in character building. It forces me to focus and pick the few things that are special to me. Otherwise, there would be a path through the middle of the house, and the next thing you know my kin would be nominating me for a rescue on Oprah or Dr. Phil.
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