It’s been five months since I started my full-time job. Five months since I was stepping regularly into that river of creative play. Five months since I had the solitary quiet of Mondays to replenish my reserves. Five months since I was in a documenting groove of photographing my world and posting things here, and feeling the excitement of something building.
It’s still the right decision and things have a way of chugging along on a curve that feels to have an upward and onward progression, but this week as I sew like a madwoman in the evenings readying my wares for Saturday, I am remembering all that I am missing, and I am missing it.