Torn
I consider myself a creative person. There have been times in my life when I haven’t had an outlet for my creativity, but lately that hasn’t been the case. It hasn’t been the case for years. I write. I take photos. I sew. Yeah, I sew… I mean, I can sew. But, I don’t like to. At all.
When Q was a baby, he drooled a LOT. I designed special bibs for him and he wore them around the clock. All day. Everyday. I loved them and he never seemed to mind them. They kept him dry and everyone was happy.
Soon my friends started asking about them and I eventually started taking orders for baby showers and Q’s friends. It was really cool that people saw worth in something I had created – from scratch. My brother built me a website with eCommerce and orders came in. A lot of thought had gone into them and I appreciated the recognition.
However.
I didn’t like making them. I didn’t enjoy the process. It was time-consuming and I was on maternity leave and wanted to spend time with Q.
Eventually, I went back to work and it all fell by the wayside. But, I didn’t forget about them. I still make them for friends and family on occasion.
It nags at me, though – something in me wants me to make it work. To make it happen. To suck it up and look at the process as a means to an end. Maybe I could learn to love it. Maybe.
I’m torn. I am sitting on this great product – a product of my creation. Sitting. I feel like I am wasting it, but I am unsure what to do with it.
So, my trusted friends. What would you do? What do you think I should do?
