Maybe it's just the Prozac talking, but I've been feeling lately that happiness and fulfillment are not abstract concepts I'm yearning for, but something I have.
I don't want to be an artist. I am. I just am. I'm a stay-at-home mother and my life is filled with art. I'm exploring my emotions through embroidery, expressing my love for my family through fiber arts, and instilling passion for craft and self-expression in my children.
I wasn't forced into marriage and children. Nobody forces me to stay home. I made a choice to do so. I make a choice every day to enjoy it and to feel complete because of it. My job is beautiful and important because I make it so.
Someday, there will be other phases of me, other options. Right now, I'm happy where I am. I am content to know that my work is meaningful.
I thought I'd also post some pictures of my latest yarn. It's a failed attempt at boucle that I wound into a center pull ball and cabled for a very interesting aran weight yarn with a lot of drape and texture.