So it has been a little while since I have blogged because I got the great idea to start doing Craft Fairs. If you have met me or been to a party of mine I NEED NEEEEEDD NEEEEEEEDDDD a creative outlet in life. I will seriously explode if I can't be crafty. However, this comes with an opposite side that people may not be aware of my other persona...the Queen of the Couch. When I am done with a party or planning I sit on the couch for hours scrolling through Pinterest or just doing nothing. I am not going to lie...it is pretty amazing. Doing nothing is very refreshing.
I guess that I have just been reading a ton of posts giving crap to the "Super Mom". I think what people need to do is accept the kind of person that they are. We are all blessed in different ways and I think we lose sight of being ourselves. The craze to be "Super Mom" is part of a lot of women trying to figure out who they are. I don't think it is bad to make custom valentines or to go by and grab a pack of store bought. At the end of the day were you happy with your choice? Then good. I think the point is that you need to be happy with your choice. If doing over the top crafts is not your thing, then figure out what is. There may not be a website dedicated to your passion...yet!
And maybe you haven't found that thing that you love to do yet. So, try a few things out. If they are not a good fit for you then kick the art supplies or cookbook or kick boxing gloves to the curb and move on. I deal emotionally with feeling like a failure because I am a huge ball of insecurity. It is amazing how moving half way across the U.S. has kind of freed me up to be OK with not being everything.
Seriously...I have gone out in public without make-up on lately. I haven't done that since I was like 13. I just stopped caring about what strangers thought of me. God made me beautiful (and not in a conceded way) and he wants me to be OK with that person. Because anything else means I am ashamed of the person that he made me to be. Like today I took a BMI scale thing at the gym that told me I was obese. At first I was pissed and embarrassed (partly because I took it with my new friend who is a hottie after a c-section 6 weeks ago) but then I was like F*c% that. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. The scripture reference may not be correct, but I know that God did not make a mistake with me.
I love being crafty, but I am not the best at the everyday things, like reading to my son or taking him to the park. I feel most times like I suck at the day to day. This is why I put so much extra effort into the big events like over the top birthdays or Halloween parties. It is my thing. But when we got here I tried cooking. I always hated cooking and felt like it was a chore that needed to get done. Frozen food in the oven was my idea of a home cooked meal. Any night I don't go through the drive-thru was a home cooked meal. But I tried something new and liked it a lot. Cooking was fun all of a sudden. Ms. Evilia would be so freaking proud of me.
I assume that none of you have "arrived" yet in life. We are ever changing over the years. Its like allergies, they change every 7 years, so why do we get so surprised when something doesn't make us happy anymore or we grow and evolve as people. I am having fun figuring out the things that make me happy...you should too!
