Writing. On this blog more regularly. Or at least trying to. I have plans/dreams to be able to spend more time doing projects, creating patterns and sharing beautiful West Virginia with my readers, family and friends. I just need more time. Time, time, time. It’s what I always need more of.
Visiting. Our own backyard. Almost every day as I’m leaving work, I call Bennett and ask him what he and Louis want to do. As if we need to go somewhere spectacular or do something out of the ordinary to enjoy our evening. And then I realize that we have everything we need right outside our home. Louis’ potted garden is growing so well, the spring is here in full force and we have so much space to explore and learn about the world around us.
Learning. That I can’t do it all. And sometimes I just need to chill the hell out. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by everything that I let it build up and then have an epic freak-out moment. Usually it’s when we are about to head somewhere for the weekend and the house is still a mess, our laundry isn’t done, the bags aren’t packed and I have one million pending orders. I feel like I’m getting more and more stressed about things and I need to find my place of Zen again. It will come. Until then, I’m lucky to have Bennett around to bring me back to Earth.
Wanting. To get out of the 8-5 cycle of work that I’ve been in for so long. I crave the alternative to it. We am taking massive strides to be able to get ourselves to the point where Bennett and I can dictate our own lives completely. It will be terrifying and gratifying at the same time. Our success (and failures!) will be completely on our own account. And our schedules will be based upon it as well. I think I was never meant to work for someone else. I’ve always wanted to be my own boss and live out my own dreams and it’s seeming more and more obtainable as they days go by. :: fingers crossed ::
Loving. Living in the city that we do. I feel like I say that all of the time. Truth be told, there was a point where Bennett and I were DYING to get out of here and to move somewhere a little less [ahem] conservative. I think what keeps us here is knowing that change is coming and we can be a part of something. I’ve always liked a good underdog story. Wheeling and West Virginia together seem to be the ultimate underdogs…and that’s okay. We aren’t going anywhere. Scout’s honor.