Fairy Diary

Work

                                                           13. Fun, the year of the Unicorn

Dear diary,

I am sorry, about my last entry. I was getting a bit too preachy, I know. It's just that sometimes I get in that kind of gloomy mood which is honestly not so common for us fairies. I feel better today, more like my cheerful self.

So, today I will tell you something about my awesome job. I know that maybe to you, it doesn't sound so great, but actually, it is very fulfilling for me. It allows me to freely express my creativity, and there are no limitations when you have the magic and the passion of a fairy.

Do I sound like I am bragging? I am not; I am just stating the facts. When I first started making flowers I was a very slow worker, I got fascinated by the smallest things to the point of ecstasy. It would take me days to finish one simple flower because I wanted to make it just perfect.

Then there was the fact that I often got mesmerized by the texture of a particular flower or the fragrance that I would just enjoy it instead of making the final product, the perfect flower complete. I would spend hours stroking the perfect petal I had created and no one bothered me, no one hurried me.

We fairies, unlike humans, are not in a hurry to finish work. For us, work is pure pleasure, and we try to savor every moment as much as we can.

Well, okay, okay I do that a bit more than the other fairies since it so fascinates me how so many beautiful things can be combined to make something breathtaking.

For you see, it is not only about the magic, but it is also about the way you use the said magic. I have known some fairies that possessed such amazing powers, but they showed a surprising inability to use them in the best possible ways. You have to be very careful when making something new, you have to consider all the different aspects and to make them work perfectly together.

For example, when I am making flowers, I am not only using my magic but also my senses. I use my sense of smell to find just the right fragrance for a certain flower and then I spend hours trying to find the texture that would go perfectly with it. By now, I know how to work by instinct feeling what combination would be the perfect one.

Then, of course, there is the color. Choosing the perfect shade of color for a particular flower is both fun and exhausting. Of course, not for everyone, but I am a perfectionist, so I can't go for random arrangements that some of my fairy friends love.

I prefer to take my time and experiment with different ideas until I find the one that is just perfect. If you were to enter my workshop (yes, I have a workshop), you would see it as a mess, but I have a system. Although flowers, color, textures and so on seem to be scattered all around the place, there is a method to my madness. One part of my workshop is for the rejected ideas and failed attempts; another is for ideas that show potential and so on.

I never arrange them on the shelves because I work much better surrounded by colors, textures, shapes and so on. They inspire me. If I were to order them on a shelf, then I would have missed some of the best accidental matches that I only saw because everything is arranged so that it is visible to me at all times.

Another reason for what my friends call a mess is the fact that I love to fly around from one pile to another, thinking and rethinking, combining and recombining. It's impossible to describe how fun and exhilarating it is to do the job you love. I know that most humans don't understand that feeling and I truly feel sorry for them.

When I finally make just the perfect flower, I am overwhelmed by pure joy and a wonderful feeling of achievement. I know I made the world more beautiful, one thing that I enjoyed making would bring smiles on people's faces, and make someone's day.

I always feel proud of my accomplishments, and I feel that what makes them so perfect is that I always put a part of my soul in the flowers I am making. There is always this special touch of love and appreciation. Appreciation of the entirely different elements that combined to make something completely new and utterly perfect.

Once I make the perfect flower, the distribution fairies spread it around the world, and I can watch the small seed grow to the perfect flower I created. For you see, although I create the perfect flower in the way I describe it, it is easier for distribution fairies to carry it around as a seed.

Besides, it is a true pleasure to watch my masterpiece slowly develop. To watch it as it grows, and flowers can make me feel so proud, perhaps in a way humans feel when their child grows up and becomes his or her person. The same goes for me and my flowers; I see them as my children. They are a part of me, and I try my best to secure good homes for those flowers and peaceful, sun-filled lives.

Although things don't always go according to my plans, usually I do a pretty good job in helping them live the best life they could for the time they have.

They are all unique, and I try to provide them with homes in which their specific type of beauty would be appreciated. I know that it sounds strange to some humans, thinking of flowers as children, but for me, their creator, they are. I love each one of them equally although they all carry different stories and emotions. All my children are precious, and they have only one job, to bring joy to the world, and they are doing it perfectly.