Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Workin' for the weekend...
Drumroll please...I finally opened an Etsy shop!
::Drumroll fizzles into silence::
Ok ok, I'm trying to think positive thoughts. It is by the unmerited favor of God alone that I should accomplish anything with my brief life; even something as seemingly insignificant and self-serving as an online store where I sew recycled things together and try to make a buck.
Don't get me wrong: I actually like what I'm doing. Childish and embarrassed as I feel to admit it, I LOVE crafts. I take pleasure in organizing and reorganizing my little plastic organizer drawers, rotating projects, coloring with crayons, making up songs in my head, gluing random things together, etc. I am among the fortunate few who...simply never really grow out of the preschool-art phase. Why do I feel embarrassed about finding delight and purpose in these handmade gifts? Not trying to spin a sob story here, but when I reflect on the spirit and nature of my childhood, this feeling makes sense to me. When I was younger, and on through high school, it was never really "cool" or "in" to play by yourself. Instead of embracing my propensity to engage in more creative activities, which quite often led to me being in my own world, I sulked and felt inadequate because I wasn't athletic and didn't excel in any particular subject. And when I allow my subconscious to give in to this societal pressure to "BE SOMEBODY" or "MAKE A DIFFERENCE", I look down at my little assortment of buttons and patterns with shame. I think to myself, "I'm just wasting time, wasting space..." No, I don't always give into this mindset. And I'm not depressed or searching for validation from people (well, maybe sometimes). I guess I'm just sending this thought out into the ether somewhere: I don't want to waste my life!
So help me, God, in spite of this discouragement or paranoia that what I'm doing is insignificant, I will praise the name of the Lord with my talents. I will bring honor to my husband's head with the returns of his brave investment in my entrepreneurial endeavors. I will try my hardest not to neglect my babies. And hopefully at the end of the day, we'll still make a buck just for kicks. :)
You can look at my little handmade treasures here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/Jubilicious
In other news, hubs and I just celebrated our 5th anniversary!! I think that folks who have kids right out of the park should get an honorary cheat code to skip to level 10, or something like that. Seeeeriously, it feels like its been THAT long...
Anyway, cheers to us!
To Justin:
It really does boil down to this: 6 days or eternity.
Love,Wifey <3
::Drumroll fizzles into silence::
Ok ok, I'm trying to think positive thoughts. It is by the unmerited favor of God alone that I should accomplish anything with my brief life; even something as seemingly insignificant and self-serving as an online store where I sew recycled things together and try to make a buck.
Don't get me wrong: I actually like what I'm doing. Childish and embarrassed as I feel to admit it, I LOVE crafts. I take pleasure in organizing and reorganizing my little plastic organizer drawers, rotating projects, coloring with crayons, making up songs in my head, gluing random things together, etc. I am among the fortunate few who...simply never really grow out of the preschool-art phase. Why do I feel embarrassed about finding delight and purpose in these handmade gifts? Not trying to spin a sob story here, but when I reflect on the spirit and nature of my childhood, this feeling makes sense to me. When I was younger, and on through high school, it was never really "cool" or "in" to play by yourself. Instead of embracing my propensity to engage in more creative activities, which quite often led to me being in my own world, I sulked and felt inadequate because I wasn't athletic and didn't excel in any particular subject. And when I allow my subconscious to give in to this societal pressure to "BE SOMEBODY" or "MAKE A DIFFERENCE", I look down at my little assortment of buttons and patterns with shame. I think to myself, "I'm just wasting time, wasting space..." No, I don't always give into this mindset. And I'm not depressed or searching for validation from people (well, maybe sometimes). I guess I'm just sending this thought out into the ether somewhere: I don't want to waste my life!
So help me, God, in spite of this discouragement or paranoia that what I'm doing is insignificant, I will praise the name of the Lord with my talents. I will bring honor to my husband's head with the returns of his brave investment in my entrepreneurial endeavors. I will try my hardest not to neglect my babies. And hopefully at the end of the day, we'll still make a buck just for kicks. :)
You can look at my little handmade treasures here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/Jubilicious
In other news, hubs and I just celebrated our 5th anniversary!! I think that folks who have kids right out of the park should get an honorary cheat code to skip to level 10, or something like that. Seeeeriously, it feels like its been THAT long...
Anyway, cheers to us!
To Justin:
It really does boil down to this: 6 days or eternity.
Love,Wifey <3
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Sometimes, that's just the way it is.
Do I want to go to bed right now? No.
Do I want to be exhausted from lack of sleep when the kids wake up in the morning? No.
I'll tell you what I really want to do:
First, I want to put on athletic clothes and run to the local 24-Hr Fitness, sweat off the cheeseburger I scarfed for dinner, take a quik shower and head home. Then, I want to slip into some comfies and sit down to my art table to create the silly button rings I've been wistfully dreaming about. While doing that, I want to be sipping hot coffee or Christmas tea, while listening to the smooth, inspirational sound of rain falling outside of my open window, soaking up a cool night breeze.Then I'd pass out at 2am, having satiated my hunger for a completed project, and sleep till about 10am...Just had to get that off my chest.
What's really gonna happen is: I'm going to stare at my gravelly-looking face for a second or two in the mirror, splash some water on it, and feel guilty for being too lazy to actually wash my face.Then I'll brush my teeth, put on some sweatpants and slip into bed, thinking to myself "Ick, I really needed to change the sheets." Lights out till 7am. Pause.grind.repeat.
Do I want to be exhausted from lack of sleep when the kids wake up in the morning? No.
I'll tell you what I really want to do:
First, I want to put on athletic clothes and run to the local 24-Hr Fitness, sweat off the cheeseburger I scarfed for dinner, take a quik shower and head home. Then, I want to slip into some comfies and sit down to my art table to create the silly button rings I've been wistfully dreaming about. While doing that, I want to be sipping hot coffee or Christmas tea, while listening to the smooth, inspirational sound of rain falling outside of my open window, soaking up a cool night breeze.Then I'd pass out at 2am, having satiated my hunger for a completed project, and sleep till about 10am...Just had to get that off my chest.
What's really gonna happen is: I'm going to stare at my gravelly-looking face for a second or two in the mirror, splash some water on it, and feel guilty for being too lazy to actually wash my face.Then I'll brush my teeth, put on some sweatpants and slip into bed, thinking to myself "Ick, I really needed to change the sheets." Lights out till 7am. Pause.grind.repeat.
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