If you look at the picture to the left, Mark Twain’s work desk was a disaster zone.
So was the work desk of Albert Einstein and Steve Jobs.
What does this say about genius? It is not a neat process.
Nor is happiness.
I think it’s common to believe that one day we will get our lives in order.
We’ll finish the projects, landscape the yard, have enough money socked away… and we will be happy.
You know the words…
The sun’ll come out
Bet your bottom dollar
There’ll be…wiener dogs!
So just what was Mark Twain’s secret to happiness?
If you spend too much time stacking life into neat little piles, your brain will atrophy and you’ll end up insane, old, and drooling on the floor alongside your wiener dog.
Loosen your grip honey.
Let life flow through you.
Who ever said you are supposed to make sense of this big freakin mess?
Here is your manra (in case you forgot). Repeat 10 times out loud:
ENJOY MY JOURNEY