I could go on for days with the many stories of times I’ve made a right mess of things… but for now, I’ll just give a few tidbits.

For starters, I’m one of the worst Christmas light roller upper’s known to man… I’m better off leaving them on the house all year round, or tossing them in the bin!

I’m not one of the most patient people around and I’m notorious for making a mess of opening a package. I have a vivid memory of accidentally ripping a large bag of candy open and flinging it across the kitchen… the kids had a party cleaning that mess up!

Last but not least, there’s my habit of making a royal mess of a single bang trim. One tiny miscalculation… and my repeated attempts at correcting the error only end up making a bigger mess!

Yes, I realize that the prompt asked what I could do less of… and no, I’m not going to satisfy that question with an answer! Why?

Why would I want to do less of anything, when there is always something I could focus on doing more of?

I won’t write less, I won’t love less, no sense in trying less, or even living less. I live by faith not fear, so there goes doing less of the fear thing. I live by grace and forgiveness, so out the window goes less of self shame, guilt, and loving myself less. Sorry… I got nothin here!

I suppose I’m more of a do morer than a do lesser kind of girl!

And… I’m definitely a mess maker, too!

Here, have a cookie…

They’re messy, but Oh So Good!