I don’t know what it is, but ever since Hudson was born, I have become nearly obsessed with finding the time to create. I’ve written more and created more illustrations and design work than I have in years, and maybe ever.
Which is funny, because even though I’m “not working” right now, I am pretty sure I’m a.) working harder than I ever have in my life and b.) with far less free time than I did before. But maybe it’s something like... I just don’t want to waste any time anymore.
I blinked, and Hudson turned 6 weeks old. How did that happen? I’ve never been more aware of the passage of time. It’s breathtaking, and scary.
I only have one life, and I want my son to be proud of me. It’s scary to put yourself out there with something you’ve created — the fear of judgement, of saying, “I made this, and I think it’s good enough to put in front of you.” But there’s a growing part of me that thinks, every day, who cares? Isn’t it enough to do work that I’m proud of and makes me happy, and if it happens to make someone else happy too, all the better? Isn’t THAT what I want to teach my son?
My hubby took the early morning feeding so I could sleep in today, but I just couldn’t turn my brain off. So I made a coffee, popped open my laptop in bed and started working on this girl and a slightly different style than my usual. I finished her during a nap time and I’m really happy with the way she turned out.
Cheers to the weekend and doing what makes your heart happy, friends 😃