Mo & Jo have left the building.
You see, Mo & Jo bring me insight and creativity. They push me to take risks in my scrapping, like just cutting into that new piece of Basic Grey I've been saving for a special occasion. They get the journaling for a LO rolling around in my head, and form my words onto the paper.
I love my scrapping MoJo. It is exciting and absolutely uncontainable. Like a cartwheel in the middle of campus after 4th year final exams. And sometimes the tiniest little things will set them into motion. A great photograph or a fresh bottle of Glossy Accents. New chipboard. An ad on television. A conversation with a friend. Chocolate.
But when MoJo is gone, scrapping is the most difficult thing in the world. I could have a whole weekend to myself and not get a stitch done if MoJo isn't close by. Just ask my friends at Friday night LSS crop night. I could work on a LO for six hours and it just never looks quite right. I could have four free and clear hours to work in my scraproom, but I don't because I feel no direction. When MoJo is missing, scrapping doesn't have that fire or that spark that I love so much.
Today, I am looking for MoJo. MoJo will show up sometime today and I know it. Once I fold those three loads of laundry. And tidy my kitchen. Shower. Make some phone calls. Go get the mail. Then I will unpack from my class and start looking for that sneaky MoJo. Maybe it's under that pile of paper............paper............that new Fancy Pants paper right over there on my scraptable............hmmmmmmmmmm........