Stay Humble, Work Hard, Be Kind

Very simple and consise and all you need to get to know me a bit better.  These three points are my mantra and over the next 3 posts I'll share my thoughts and connections to each one.

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Stay Humble.

Everything that I have ever been given has been a prayer answered.  I am nothing on my own.  I have no control over the future or my surroundings, I can only control my choices and my responses.  I have no great plan for my future except to raise kids that could potentially be my friends when they’re adults and to spend the rest of my life with my love.  I follow the path that has been set for me blindly because I know that His plans can reach farther and deeper than I could ever imagine.

So I pray for everything.  And when the month is drawing to an end and there is not quite enough funds to make the days meet, I stay in awe when He sends me a client that needs the exact amount of work done that will cover the cost of the bills yet to be paid.  

Time after time He has provided.  

Without fail.  

If He did not, it was not meant to be and it was forgotten.  

While the worldly things of money, a house we couldn’t afford was gifted, a moderately priced dependable vehicle was supplied, were all well timed and deeply appreciated, it is my heavenly possessions that draw me closer to him. He has given me the opportunity to bare a child, not once but four times, he presented me with the love my life at the young age of 14, and he has placed me in the hands of my mother.  

Everything that I have and am is because of Him.  

So I lay at His feet, when He tells me to stand, I stand. When He tells me to walk, I walk.  When He tells me to follow, I follow.  

Without question, 

without hesitation, 

with only the knowledge that He is mine, 

and I am His.

Work Hard.

 My first project I ever made with a sewing pattern was a teddy bear.  I of course had to call my grandmother seconds after reading the directions.  I was lost, confused, and frustrated.  She told me to follow along with the pictures and if it wasn’t right, take it out and do it again.  

She also told me something that day, that I repeat everyday of my life, “If you love your seam-ripper, then you’ll love sewing.”  She told me in that moment that I’m going to make mistakes, but it’s okay. I get to try again and again as long as I’m willing to work hard to make it right.

Life is not about the end result, it’s about the steps taken, and redone, that get you where you’re going.

If one was to look at me now, they would point out the fact that I have 4 kids, and that in itself is hard work.  They would be right, but I chose to have those kid knowing that my life would not be mine, for a very long time.  

I sacrificed my body to grow another human being, four times.  I spend my days negotiating how much chocolate milk is too much.  

But none of that is work, nothing my kids will ever put in front of me is work.  T

hey depend on me.  

They are not something that I get to walk away from at the end of a long day.  

They are the reason I work so hard in other aspects of my life.  I run my business to center myself so I can be the best version for them.  I am nothing short of blessed because I have those human beings in my life.   

Be Kind.

It took me a really long time to find my purpose, my motivation, my meaning in this world.  Making dresses, keeping up with the latest trends, focusing on the way people look, it can be vain.  I am relatively not a self absorbed person, I do not like the focus being on me at all, the idea of my picture being taken, or having to take the designer walk after a fashion show, sends me into a panic attack.  

I just liked to sew.  

I was wrapped in guilt and I tormented myself over the notion that I am just adding to the already abundant amount of vanity and self infatuation that fills the world.  

And then I had a thought, what if I’m nice. What if instead of just making dresses, I am pointedly nice to people at the same time.  And not just be nice because I’m trying to sell my product and they’re my customer, but be nice because I really care how their day is going.  I really care how their wedding plans are unfolding.  

It may seem  simple, yes, but with a dyslexic mind that over complicates things, that is how I have to function.  The simplest solution is always the best.

And so the process began, I started telling myself, “You’re nice, Kim, and no matter how anyone behaves around you, smile and look them in the eye.”  Slowly I started seeing a change in my thoughts, I was no longer worried what the end result was.   

I no longer cared that I worked within a stereotypically vain field (a whole other thought for a different day). 

I started seeing my customers respond differently, they trusted me, they confided in me.  They knew I would care, I would listen, and I might possibly have an answer.  

My customer base broadened from my local community, to the surrounding counties, and then all of the sudden I had people driving 3-4 hours to come see me so I could make them a gown of their dreams. And now I have people all over the world, wrapped in the love from my stitches and comforted because I was kind to them.    

Don’t, however, mistake my kindness for weakness.  My kindness has become my shield, my protection.  I’m not always going to please or connect to every customer the way I would prefer, but that is okay, I’ll see my way through with my niceness.

No, I’m not solving world hunger or ending child abuse, but I am using the gifts that I have been given to spread goodness and kindness all over the world.  

And that will always be my purpose, my motivation, my meaning in this world.