I started quilting when I was pregnant with my oldest. I was put on modified bed rest. And as a 20 year old, there weren't many things that peaked my interest outside of working out at the gym. And at work, everyone was at least one generation older than me. And most of them quilted. I would love to say that I'm a creative person. But really, I don't think I am. I'm horrible at crafting. Even quilting, I'm not that great at. But I enjoy the energy release from it. It keep my brain active and still lets go of stress.
That is, until your hobby just isn't fun anymore. I told myself I'd only take orders that I like/will like doing. But when it comes down to it, I will always take those big orders that are a rush and aren't worth the money. It seems that when those tedious orders that aren't worth the money come up, so does some big bill. And then I get angry that I have that bill forcing me to do something that I usually love that I don't want to do.
And then I have my loving husband. Who knows that I love sewing. I mean, he puts up with my sewing machine hoarding, and fabric stashing, and notion collecting. He always says I should make a business out of it. But I'm torn as to let go of loving it and doing it for fun. Or making money at it while staying at home. Even if it's not a ton of money, anything will obviously help. Or create more memories with the kiddos at bigger things and places. But then I think of the what ifs. What if I get so busy that we never go anywhere because I'm always sewing? What if I waste a bunch of money on something that doesn't pick up?
It's always something to think about. Until then, I'll continue sewing things that I'm not always happy doing. And that's ok. At least I'll feel better contributing to the household.
No comments:
Post a Comment