Decorate: (v) to furnish or adorn with something ornamental or becoming
It is not picky.
It is not fussy.
It is not flamboyant.
Nor is it feminine or gay.
It is a natural inclination which we stifle.
That being: to decorate.
Yes, it is our human instinct to take something that is given to us and in making it our own, add our touches and personality.
We’re not all decorators by profession.
We don’t run around the room pointing at things, frantically uttering ideas that are popping into our minds.
But we do decorate.
It is our way of establishing turf.
It is one of the ways we distinguish our poverty-stricken hut from the dilapidated one next door.
It is also the process we use to make our yacht stand out among the other yachts floating on the ocean blue.
It makes us delightful.
When we allow ourselves to consider what color tie we will wear with our suit or whether tennis shoes are appropriate for a night out dining in the city, or if we think the desk that is now in the left-hand corner is screaming to be right-cornered…
Whatever it is, we possess it, we own it—and it makes us endearing.
And as I said, it is not gender biased.
For men will take their bathroom supplies and stack them just as fastidiously as their lady friends.
- Replenish the Earth.
- And be fruitful about it.