And yet I am left with this sense of yearning. And a sense of self-doubt: If I want to write so much, why don’t I just do it? Is it that I am afraid I don’t have anything to say? Or is it the opposite: that I’m afraid I DO have something to say.
Some days the ideas flow nonstop, one thing leading to the next in a mythical progression of inspiration. On those days, I have a multitude of knitting project and writing ideas, feel inspired to take photos or sew and bake. Today is not one of those days. We had a great Easter weekend. On Saturday [...]
Last night, after having gotten up with a sick babe twice in under three hours, I couldn't fall back to sleep. This happens to me somewhat regularly: I get up in the night to nurse the little one, or to go to the bathroom, get a drink of water, etc., and then I can't fall [...]
I have been struggling to maintain my two blogs: this space and Peaceful Mom. Time is limited, and finding a chunk in which I can write more than once or twice a week is tough. But more importantly, I can't seem to separate my life into distinct categories: knitter, mom, wife, daughter, friend. I am [...]