But sometimes in the world it can feel like it is. I needed to remember that even if we lost it all it still wouldn’t be the end of it all.
I have my loving partner K and my 4 beautful girls.
Once I let go of the stressing about money something marvelous happened it came freely. I am now working in a job I love in hours that suit my family. I looked at my sewing pile with interest the other day. the lonely half made bear is calling me and story lines are jumping in my brain. 1/2 written stories remain 1/2 written but they are there.
Weight loss is on the cards again. And I have actually been moving more. I bend, I stretch, I walk, I rock I push, I pull. eating? Who has time to grab anything unhealthy a piece of fruit is all I have time to snack on, and already I can feel the weight moving.
As a personal carer for the elderly I look death in the face everyday. It doesn’t depress me, I help these people who have led full lives and some I know will be gone from my life soon while others a little longer. I look into their eyes and connect with them briefly. I am able to make them smile and soothe their fears momentarily.
I sing to them. Old songs about goats, bikes and dogs. Or I sing hymns. A lot of them join in when nothing else will get them to talk. Sometimes I sit and watch over them while they nap.
I look at their houses and think about what I could make that would suit them, prayer beads, a teddy or a bag. Never the same for a person. It is actually helping me get in touch with my creativity again.
Inspiration can come from anywhere. I come home to what I have and am inspired to be more for my family and be more for myself. I appreciate what I have and what is important to me.









