Recently I realized that I am addicted to Novelty. I love getting involved in a new interest, purchasing all the required tools, feeling the thrill of expectation and adventure as I look visualize my whole new life as a painter of watercolors, a gardener, a cabinetmaker.
So many things are most fun when just imagined. After a few tries at it, it’s all of a sudden routine, just one of the things that you do – in fact, something that you have to do because you’ve invested all of this money and time in it already, and you don’t want to be a quitter, and finally it becomes just a chore to dread.
What a gift it is, then, to have a baby around. Each morning they wake up another day older and with some new talent or trick, sometimes small, other times startling. Is there a single day that they are not novel?
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How beautifully expressed.
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