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.