I feel so free when I collage, so very me when I write poems. My job is to be a homemaker, and I truly love that. But I have a deep passion for poetry and art. I’m so grateful that being at home gives me time to be creative.
Bored is a word I don’t know. My mind is always busy. I try not to eat the bread of idleness. I really love my life and all the good people in it. My husband is a wonderful man. My daughter is a joy. My friends mean the world to me. And creating makes me feel so alive. I love throwing down color with wild abandon, adding glitter to life itself, and photographing everything. It feels good to use my hands, though they get sore sometimes.
I love the time I get for extracurriculars. Everyone should have something they love that they do regularly. I have been paper quilling, collaging, embroidering, reading, and writing today. It’s a Sunday, and my husband just got home from the other side of the world, so he slept most of the day. I had the house picked up before he came home, so I was mostly able to relax today. Tomorrow it’s back to work! I found some more podcasts I like listening to, so I look forward to listening while I work.
I really love my traditional life. I love greeting my husband at the door with a kiss and having dinner ready for him when he gets home. I adore dresses and skirts and frilly things. Sparkles, silk, and velvet speak my language. I like being soft and making my home feel nice. I’m not a perfect homemaker, but I do my best. I feel so tranquil at home, and yet so full of “new sharp fire.” (thank you, HD). Home is my favorite place to be. The homemaking life is a really happy life. I’m grateful to God and my husband for it.
It has been a lovely day. Things have been hard lately because of Bipolar, but I think maybe things are looking up soon.
Life at Home 