“Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.” – Marsha Norman
I’m a dreamer, this is true. I’ve been reveling in a state of delight lately, because I can actually see one of these dreams unfolding. I’ve got a long way to go, I’m starting down the path and I know it’s a good place.
There is an undeniable force within me to inspire and enable creativity and to design. Right now, that passion is coming out in the area of clothing design. It’s something that I’ve always been interested in, but until recently I never knew just how much. Now that I actually see and know how clothes are made, and how the pieces are constructed, a wildfire has been lit and in the still moments, with the humming of my machine, I think to myself, I could actually do this. I can do this. I am doing this. What happens when you realize you are doing something you’ve wanted to do for so long?
As I wrote last week on how I’m immersing myself into this realm. I go to bed sketching ideas. I analyze the details and construction of every interesting article of clothing I see. I pour over sewing blogs. I slowly walk through the rows of fabric, feeling the threads and textures between my fingers. Any chance I get, I’m sitting in front of my machine.
So, without knowing where this will lead or what will happen along the way, I’m going forward, into the unknown, which you know I love. I’m wildly excited about the possibilities and it’s difficult for me to not leap from the start of an idea to the big reveal, but that’s the dreamer in me. This is the beginning and perhaps, the most horrifying part is admitting to all of you, throwing my dreams into the big bad universe of mediocrity and judgment. But.. it appears, I just told you. Yikes. I’m opening up a tiny part of me that has been until now unrevealed and sharing with you, so that you can come along and watch this discovery unfold.
I could fail. It could be a fiasco (Elizabethtown reference, if you will), but a very trusted advisor in college told me and my friends one day when we were freaking out about graduation and having zero clue about what to do next, that we didn’t need to be so worried about mistakes, that everything we do will lead us to where we are meant to be. I’ll never forget that.
I’m trying. I knocking on the proverbial door (isn’t proverbial a lovely word?), who knows what will happen. I have many things to learn, but naptime is a new opportunity and there is a wealth of information waiting for me. On the sidebar of my blog, I’ve added a donate button, if you would like to support my adventures in dreaming, discovery, and design. I do feel a bit silly, when I know there are people who are in need, while all my basic needs are met, but any gifts will allow me to further develop my skills and buy supplies. So, if this resonates with you and you want to be a part of this, thank you.
My blog will continue to be a mix of me, sometimes silly, sometimes pensive. I’ll be ridiculous and serious, sharing adventures with my little H’s, my musings on motherhood, art, life, beauty, and all the things that inspire. And I will most definitely be chronicling this new adventure. I do so hope that as you read of my own journey, that within you, a spark will light or be rekindled, that a stirring deep inside of you will come to the surface and you too will find yourself on the verge of a place you really want to be, ready to jump in. Jumping.
Thanks so much. Here we go…