Today my son turned 19. I'm not sure how that's possible since I'm still in my early 20's
( yeah right, I wish). But in all seriousness, how can he already be 19 and how am I 40 almost 41? Where did all of that time go? I mentioned this to my husband last night and he asked me where I thought I'd be by the time my son was 19. I honestly didn't know how to answer him, other than saying....not where I'm at, and pray he not take offense to that. Don't get me wrong I have a great life, beautiful kids, wonderful supporting husband, and a beautiful home. But I feel like my entire life has been centered around supporting and taking care of everyone else.
Nearly two full decades have gone by and I'm still not where I thought I'd be in my life. This really had my head spinning today as I got up like usual and went to my 9-5 day job. How did I let 19 years go by and not achieve my dreams? What even are my dreams? Do I have any dreams? As I sat there today, wallowing in my own self pity, I realized that I have put the wheels in motion by starting this small business. Maybe I'm not exactly where I want to be, but I'm getting there and it's a start in the right direction. Drawing and creating are my ways to unwind and relax, but it's more than that. Coming up with something new for others to wear brings me excitement and joy. It's something for me to look forward to each new day. I will grow this small time hobby/side business into something more.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, If you have a goal or a dream that you've put on the backburner to take care of everyone else, don't wait any longer. Even if it's something small, do the things that bring you joy. Break out that sewing machine, or get those paintbrushes out of the closet. Enjoy your art and make time for your hobby, it's never too late to take it and turn it into something more.
