Finding Yourself

I think that I'm finally finding myself. I've been living under a rock for too many years. Well, not literally...

Ever feel like that? I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I'm starting to see the light. My mind is awash with ideas and designs. I need about two bolts of muslin. That might not even be enough to create everything I have in mind.

I just have to convince Hubby that I need to do this. I need to create. I need the outlet. And I need to do it my way (cue Frank Sinatra).

Somehow, though, I have a feeling that he won't be so supportive of my way. I don't know why. I just don't. But, I can't worry about that anymore.

It's my time.

It's my turn.

It's my way.