There are so many purses I have designs for, but I have never made them because of the sewing needles aspect. It makes me wonder how I was designed are there pieces of me that needed to come with me, but I couldn’t fit. Even now, I still don’t know what I am designed to do. I could be an excellent clutch for someone. Maybe I am an overnight bag or a long-lasting piece of luggage. 

I sit feeling unmade, always feeling like there should be something more happening in my life. Yet, in the same breathe, I’m grateful for the simplicity of my life as a trusted black leather purse. I see myself as suitable for work and play no matter the time of day. I carry in me all the things that people want but sometimes forget they have. They go off to buy a new black bag thinking it would better than me. They always keep coming back to me, though, because I have the perfect strap length, and I’m not too big and not too small. 

There are times when I wish I could take the designing wheel to make myself have beads, feathers, or a fun underlay cut out because so many people feel the design of a black bag is blah. In fact, I only own one, and though it is perfect, I find myself grabbing anything else to bring color to my life instead of old black. 

My mind is complex and thrives on more knowledge as well as a balance of rest. I wish to be designed to do the ultra runs of life but keep finding resistance and that my mind will not allow me to go headstrong in one way. I’m forever bound to love everything.

In this blog I have taken 5 minutes with the prompt word design and above is my free write.