This year seems to be action packed. There is so much going on. Making costumes for Madigan, knitting for babies, new chickens, old chickens, a new adventure that will involve all three of us doing what we want/love to do. (deep breath)
I wake up in the middle of the night, with a thought of how I am going to make the crazy striped leggings for Madigan’s next costume? If the grey is going to be too dark for the nursery on the next baby blanket? How soon can we process the meat birds? Should I start my garden with seeds only or buy plants at the farmers market? My thoughts seem to be racing with excitement over my life, not the life I hope to have but the life I have.
Maybe this is what people call a passion for life. Being excited about all the things you are doing , regular life stuff, doing them because you really want to, not because you have to. My job, more specifically, the hours I work, allow me to use my time off to get stuff done.
A by product of this, I am loving my family. Yes, I love my kid and my husband, but we have a new spark a new excitment. I miss them when we are all off doing our solo work, and when we are together we are having fun working together. (deep breath)