I realized something tonight, when I was talking to Fuul about the
new eBook Challenge that
PBW posted on her blog:
I really like
having stuff.
No, really. I like having things -- not necessarily looking at them, or sharing them, or doing anything with them. But
having them? Yeah, baby; I'm there.
I have Star Wars action figures. (Unopened. In boxes.) I have Harry Potter action figures. (Unopened. In boxes.) I have a beautiful bass guitar. (Enshrined in its case, rarely played.) I have boxes and boxes of beautiful fabric. (Heaven forbid they get cut into!)
And therein lies the problem, I think. I
have stories. Lots of them. (In my head. Untapped.) Because once you open them, once you share them, once they are
used up, then the potential is gone. I won't
have them anymore. And I like
having things.
I'm going to work on that, though. I've recently started using all that fabric that I've been
having for years, and I'm finding that I like
having it in quilts and baby dresses and other fun things, maybe even more than
having it in a box. Sure, I can never do anything else with that particular peice, but look at the wonder I was able to produce by no longer
having it! Its a better thing, and I'm better, for not
having any longer.
I've got to stop
having those stories in my head, and let them start
being what they can be. And that will be all the better for them and for me!