For long as I can I remember, I have wanted to do it all. I like the idea of gardening, canning produce, knitting, sewing, cooking, making homemade gifts, & and digitally scrapbooking my family's shenanigans in great detail. I like to be active, be outside, read, write, visit with my family and my friends. That is it. Why do I feel compelled to do all this extra? It is pretty weird when you think about it. I think I need to try to stay in my lane. My house has become a project wasteland. I look around at the piles taunting me from bins and boxes and corners and think to myself that I have become a collector of random things to do when all I really want to do is drink a cup of tea and read a good book. I want to enjoy the downtime I deserve, (and frankly need) but I have this nagging voice tickling my brain whenever I do something not productive on my many lists. Part of moving past this cycle of starting a project but not f...
Book reviews, (mostly YA) combined with the life musings of an empty nester.