I’ve been struggling with big life decisions. If life is a journey and I’m on a path, I’m searching for the map of directions.
This does not leave me discouraged, but more aware that every choice I make is a step toward my destination. It’s amazing and wonderful to think God allows me to choose my path, but intimidating to realize how little control I actually have. Once again, this doesn’t leave me discouraged, just more aware of the gift of my ability to choose and more determined to make the right choices for me. Every day is full of excitement and disappointments, growth and opportunities, sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes easy and sometimes difficult and I’m alright with that. I’ve have never been one to be overwhelmed or burdened by life. I work best under pressure. I take on more then I should because I like being pushed. I’m satisfied only if I’m growing and being challenged in big ways. At times I’ve said to the counselor, “I am my own worst boss because I never give myself a break.”
I wear an imaginary tool belt full of band-aides for children’s boo-boos, pencils for children’s homework, diapers and a bottle in my hollister (never mind my keys or purse because they are always lost). Being a mother of 5 young children creates a clear path of where I’m going with not just duties and responsibilities, but goals as a family. Mother, wife, homemaker, house wife, all things I love, all these I’ve dreamed about throughout my childhood. I married my prince and he’s everything and more then I ever thought would be mine. My children are my jewels. Yes, I know my roll, I know my duties, yet I push to still be me; the individual with dreams and pursuits and passions all my own aside from mother and wife.
I can’t sit still for long. I stay busy with loading the dishwasher and doing laundry, but look forward most when I am able to choose what I want to do with my time. But, it’s a struggle, because with the pull to do what I want and to follow my heart means the dishes don’t always get done and we have cereal for dinner at my house more then we should. I know the majority of my time at this stage is life is chore charts, planning birthday parties and sorting socks, so I try to balance my individual dreams into something I can do after the kids go to bed. In other words, can I satisfy my own pursuits between the hours of 10:00pm-1:00am? That’s what I’ve been doing for the last few years and it’s not working that great anymore. My own pursuits have pushed there way into prime mothering time. This is the struggle because more and more, when I have success as me the individual, it contradicts with me the mother and wife.
Should I mention now I tend to over analyze things more then most.
So what is this dream, what are these pursuits? Skydiving over Antarctica? Saving the whales? Winning American Idol? Discovering a cure for cancer? No, it’s becoming a writer.
A writer.
(Just saying it gives me chills.)
Have I always had this passion? No. I’ve only recently discovered (in the last ten years) how desperately I want to be a writer. Most authors have known they wanted to write since the time they could read and write themselves. Truth is I didn’t like to read as a child. I never understood things I read. I couldn’t focus. I would get headaches. I did like to write, but only occasionally and only if assigned by my teacher. I did have a very active imagination, but not through books. I liked to be outside climbing trees or looking for bugs. I role played mother and teacher all the time. Starting at the age of 8, I had a summer school where I invited all the neighborhood children to attend. I made worksheets and assigned homework. I babysat as early as age 8. I also played with Barbie’s until I was 14, mainly because I loved fashion and would make clothes for them.
So why the struggle with writing? Why the contradiction in everyday life? Really, is writing such a threat to laundry and grocery shopping and snuggle time with my 6 year-old at bedtime? Yes. Because when I write, it is all consuming. I can’t sleep. I eat, live, and dream my characters. I think I see them on the street. I actually have stopped people and told them they remind me of a character in my book. I’m constantly deriving plots, twists and turns. I write and re-write, edit and re-edit, research agents and publishing houses, etc. I read everything in my genre, which is young adult. I read every New York Times best-seller I can get my hands on. I analyze writing techniques, attend workshops and more. Writing for me becomes a fulltime job because writing for me is not passive. I live to get back to my computer so I can write some more.
Throughout the next few weeks, I will be exploring my options as a mother and writer and how to find balance. I appreciate any suggestions or comments you may have.
The boards are just over 6 feet tall, so we ran them horizontally. After the wall was built we used a skill saw to cut off the picket shaped ends, which made the wall 6 feet wide.
We then stained the boards in min wax dark walnut. Wipe off excess and allow to dry for an hour or so.
We then painted over the stain with white paint. Let dry and then sand, sand, sand!
Guests were asked to sign a tag and share a creative date idea for the couple on the back.
The groom picked up the gift table for free off the side of the road. I gave it a nice coat of creamy white paint and now it will be a fabulous piece in their home.
Pictures of the bride and groom growing up are displayed on a barn wood frame filled with burlap. 
The food table ready to serve. The menu included Rolls, BBQ pulled pork, baked beans, jalapeno corn and salad.
It sold for $40 on craigslist. Remember the love sign I created for a church event?
Sold 2 hours after it was delivered to the shop for $55. The chalkboard door I made for the victorian reception was also taken to the shop...
Look at those cute feet!
My first two toned piece...
I used an ebony stain on the top...
