One of the things I thought I would miss with the start of the school year,
was being able to sew. As I sat and looked at my schedule, I thought to myself
if I could get all of my work, all of my school, and my flowerbeds cleaned and my
Chicken coop cleaned by Thursday, I could use Fridays to be my sewing day.
It is a day, I do not let myself feel guilty about anything except sitting and sewing
or working with my saw, just something I do creative.
It has made my brain feel so rested. I see why in times of old, why women got together and
had quilting parties. There is something so rejuvenating about working with your hands
I think by having the garden this summer, it fixed something that was broke. By biting off way more than you can chew and doing something that is so huge that you question you sanity every single day, you get to a point where, you can say, I did it and then look around for something else to try that is just as huge.
I think why it means so much to me is that when my husband left his job after 22 years and started over at 50 and has had to do such hard things for us, then to see how happy he is, I know that because of him, I can do anything.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
|The world is so full of a number of things, |
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.