Like many creative people I have been making 'stuff' since childhood. From Halloween costumes to pants to handbags to hooked rugs I made it all. The scrap bag in the closet was my go to place.
So why then has it taken me more than 40 years to realize that 'making' was food for my soul? I am so much happier when I am stitching or painting or writing. And when I consider the times when I wasn't it explains the drab nature of those days. And all this time I thought I was just not cut out to be a mother.
On that note, why not pick up your pencil and jot down the top 3 creative things you would like to work on this weekend? You might want to try a new recipe, or sketch a cardinal at the bird feeder, or doodle. The key is to write it down and then begin.
Yes begin. And that might mean buy the ingredients for that new recipe, or just photograph the birds. Getting started is often the hardest part for many people.
Have a good weekend.
Mary
-Live a Simple Creative Life
