So much lives on the list of things to-do. All day and every day. I know that I am not alone in this - indeed it seems a defining feature of this time in history.
In the early days of 2017 I sat down in front of the computer to start putting words to the business idea percolating. And frankly, it feels as though I haven't left. For those of you who don't know me, I can tell you that this is not my preferred way to spend my days. I lean towards the creating of something that yields a tangible product. Days spent sitting down, following templates, writing words that the powers that be want to hear leave me feeling disconnected from myself.
I do recognize the importance of this process - the stepping out of ones comfort zone. That the input of time spent in this way can only serve to help create a more rounded plan of action. It's just that I can't seem to do it without some sort of dangling carrot.
Since January, that form of personal bribery has been the promise of a day off with my sewing machine. That day was Wednesday. And while the very real threat of Snow Day number 10 for Hazel loomed, I shovelled off the car and drove her to school. This day was not going to be messed with.
It is now Friday and I am still trying to figure out how a day that was planned out so well managed to go so far off the rails. To say that my beloved machine and fabric stash were uncooperative would be an understatement. After seam rips, needle breaks and f-bombs aplenty one summer dress is mostly done.
As I work through the drama I can only assume that my mistake was in only booking one day for this. Clear to me now is that the timeframe for these sorts of endeavours needs to be longer.
Happy weekending all.