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?