Lately I've been having these 'moments'. Not sure if the summer just melted my brain or what. But I have moments where I wonder if what I'm doing with my life is enough. Don't get me wrong, I love staying at home with my children and watching them grow up. But these moments when I'm around other adults who have something other than babies to talk about leaves me floundering in my doubts. I like to think of myself as a rational intellectual adult. So when I hear these other people talking on subjects other than diapers, milk, and new baby feats, I feel left out. Like I don't have anything to add or contribute.
These are the moments that call for self inflection. So I ask myself, what are my passions?
babies
cooking
books
Ok, well I already talked myself blue about my babies. And most people aren't that interested in hearing about what 'crazy vegetarian food' I'm trying. Books--yeah that's another bust. I'm reading cookbooks right now, I know, what a nerd right?!
Alriiiiight, maybe I could try chatting about my hobbies
baking
sewing
reading
Hmm, baking and reading, think I covered that in the previous paragraph's inflection. Ok, so what am I doing in my sewing hobby. Oh, that's right. Wesley's quilt that I haven't touched since summer began. Aaaand the stellar idea of a denim patchwork curtain that I quit because I couldn't handle the randomness of patchworking. We'll just chalk that one up 'first born anal retentive perfectionistic girl' tendencies.
I guess there's always politics, (which I could care less for) or the weather (I'm the indoor love my kitchen and couch kinda girl) right?!
I have two books checked out from our library. Both are cookbooks! - Fellow Cookbook Nerd :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. Have you considered doing a less random denim checkered curtain? All the squares could be the same size and I'm sure it would be just as cute and useful of those denim scraps!