My Life


Tonight, before bedtime, I did a 1-minute meditation with my sons. One minute is about all they can both handle; some days more, some days less. As we were finishing, I told them it is going to be a new month and they should work on being kind: to others but most importantly, to themselves. Internally, I haven’t been the nicest to myself. I’m constantly stressing what I eat, if I worked out hard enough, if I could have held a move a little longer, was I productive, did I give my boys enough time, why didn’t I read more, why aren’t I doing more amazing things. Ugh. The internal monologue is getting to me.

Living in Columbia, South Carolina and using this blog as my space to share a little insight into my life in what I'm making on the sewing machine, knitting needles, crochet hooks, in the kitchen, and elsewhere.

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