We started the year off with a bang. The kiddos turned one, hooray for us! I won’t get too sentimental here, but gosh, they are amazing. And yes, the time really does fly by. Some obligatory (and apparently, low-res) first birthday shots:
Promptly after party day, everything started to fizzle. Everyone got sick, except Mama (of course). Colds, flu, ear infections, croup, respiratory distress — it all seemed to last for forever. If you need an expert snot-sucker/meds dispenser/nebulizorator, apparently I’m your girl.
All of this was compounded by a few other, um, unpleasant surprises. I don’t want to get too personal or complainey here, so I’ll just sum up by saying that mid-January to March have been very challenging for me. Very difficult, very lonely, very overwhelming.
The last few months have been a great period of adjustment in my life. I feel a shift happening, and I am doing my best to roll with it. I’m starting to feel like I can take all of this on again. It helps that I have an awesome partner and two amazing kids. And actually, that might be everything.
A small part of this shift has included little projects that I can pick up and put down easily. Little tiny bits of creativity that I can squeeze into a fifteen minute nap time or while I shovel “lunch” in.
Here’s the start of a small project that I’ll be sharing a pattern for soon (or soon-ish)(when I can):
And here are a few other tiny things I’ve been working on. Therapy in small doses.
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” ― E.L. Doctorow
Replace “writing” with “life,” and that about sums up my mantra right now. Until next time, friends.