The other day, I was talking to my wonderful friend Jessica Sloan (if you don't know her, you should try to. She is a beautiful soul) and detailing the finer details behind what this move means to me. So I thought that I would share it with you.
First, the facts. Yes, there will be work. I am scaling back my teaching and travel obligations to give myself more time to enjoy my life.
I have worked my ass off for the last nearly five years since I started this adventure in quilting. I have worked every single holiday for the last 2 years. Every one. All of them. Spent at my quilting machine. NO MORE.
I will work from home. That will give me more time to multitask! I can have dinner and laundry going while I kiss all of the pretties with needle and thread. Glorious!
I will give private lessons at Olde City Quilts. They've got plans for an awesome private studio for me on the second floor of their new addition. Everyone is welcome. (And by the way if you're interested, you schedule through them, not me)
So what about this list? Well, I have a friend that is trying to find out who she is after a ten-year relationship ending. That's a really hard thing to do. So I told her to start a list. A list of things that she loves to do, or wants to do, or things she never dreamed she would be interested in. And DO THEM. Stop talking about doing it, and do it.
And I have my own list. Some of the things this move means to me...
I will be a better boss to myself. I still want to make you all happy, but I don't think anyone realized the toll that my work was taking on me. Both mentally and physically. I'm being totally real here and not trying to guilt anyone. But being on a mission to make as many people happy as possible was to my own detriment. And I'm not doing it anymore. I've learned how to say no. If I say no to you, it's because I HAVE to, for my own good.
I will cook more. I love to cook and it kind of sucks that it's just me that I have to cook for. AND I'm a vegetarian so others are somewhat afraid to let me cook for them. So silly. I'm having a dinner party in September and cooking for about eight of my neighbors. It'll be great and wonderful and is a really good excuse for me to get back into the kitchen to do something I so much enjoy.
I will have a social life. I might be good at what I do for a living, but since I started doing it I have completely sucked at life. People that are important to me have had to come second to deadlines and travel. Not anymore. I will make time to spend with people that I like. I will make time to go out and meet more people that I may or may not like. We'll see. But my work will no longer define me as a person. I will have other things to turn to as well.
I had planned to join a gym. First, to start the path to a healthier lifestyle, but also to meet new people. However, there is a gym in the basement and I may utilize that instead. I can meet new people at the cafe down the street. Which brings me to my next point.
I will explore my new city. I've spoken with people that have lived here their entire life and have never been to Constitution Hall or the Liberty Bell. WHAT?! It's the birthplace of our nation! Go out and experience it! I'm gonna.
I will do as much as I can to improve the community and the lives of the people in it. This is a really hard one to explain because I want to do what I want to do because I want to do it. Not because I need recognition for it. So I'm not going into details on this one.
I will not spend so much time on the Internet. Wasteful. In fact, I'm typing this on my phone because I've thus far resisted even having cable or Internet hooked up in my new home. Which again brings me to my next point.
Without spending so much time on the Internet, I will read more. Since I started quilting I feel like I've developed some weird form of dyslexia but really, it's just that I've developed the attention span of a gnat. I've gotten so used to constantly thinking about what quilt I have to do next or what show deadline I'm working toward, that I literally cannot focus at all when I try to read a book. It pisses me off. I'm slowing down my life, and slowing down my brain so that I can absorb more. I love to read. I'm going to do it again.
I will get organized. My life is like an episode of Hoarders, except without the physical mess. Okay, sometimes there's a physical mess too but that isn't what I'm talking about. I haven't even had time to file my expense receipts from the beginning of the year. They're floating around in folders and in suit cases and some have never left my wallet. I don't know where any of my 2013/14 contracts are, etc. I don't even know what I'm teaching in Atlanta in three weeks. This isn't going to happen again. I won't let it.
I will do what I want, when I want.
I will laugh more.
I will cry less.
I will take random breaks from my day to snuggle my kitty cat.
I will let myself sleep more.
I will sew. Oooooh, will I sew...
I will do more "me" projects.
I will give myself time to breathe.
I will give myself time in general.
I will be happy.
That is what this move means to me.