Sometimes I come across a word that is supposed to describe how I’m feeling, and it doesn’t feel like enough. Take the word “love” for example. I don’t feel like it is strong enough in certain situations. I love my friends and I think they’re great. I love my mom because, I mean, she’s my mom. My niece though. I would cut off all my limbs if she asked me to. I didn’t know I could feel so strongly about a person. I can only imagine how my sister must feel considering my niece is the fruit of her loins (Sorry Bri). I don’t feel that love accurately depicts how I feel about her. I’m not willing to put a ton of thought into finding one that does. I also struggle that I’m supposed to associate the same word with my fiancée. He’s wonderful, but sometimes he drives me insane. I think that’s a normal part of life and relationships. I’d be concerned if we never had any issues. That type of perfection is kind of strange. And yet, even when I’m mad at him, I still feel the urge to hug him. It’s very strange. I can be so mad one second and then I’ll look at him making his concentration face and I just want to smush it with kisses. I’m getting off track here.
Busy. By definition it means “actively and attentively engaged in work or a pastime.” Full disclosure: I had to look that up. To say that I have been busy lately is a vast understatement. I had to finish out a semester of school that I neglected, I moved, and I started a new job. One of those things can get overwhelming. Imagine combining all three at one time and that is the life I am leading. You may be thinking that it got easier once the semester ended You would be correct except a new semester started not too long ago. I really enjoy my new job, I do. It is just very different than what I’m used to. I spent two years going to the park and attending art classes. Now I work with adults and have to deal with angry people sometimes. I must say I prefer the tantrums of toddlers because at least they’ll be over it in a few minutes. Even if they don’t get over it quickly, you can give them a treat and they’ll be your friend again.
Why am I writing about all of this? It means that while I would love to say I’ve been silent because I’ve been making things, it unfortunately is not the case. I’ve had to stop making bows in order to focus on the recent changes. This isn’t a permanent change by any means. I’m already plotting the next time I’ll get to lose myself in front of my sewing machine for hours. For now, I get to look back on all of the things I created in the past year. I’ll be putting some of my favorites in the shop within the next few days.
Thanks for your patience!