I dig scrapbooking. It’s pretty trendy in the circles I run in, but that’s not why I do it. I love capturing memories for my family. I LOVE paper. I adore all of the stuff – the rub-ons, the die cuts, the stickers (Heidi Swapp is my fave). And I’m a pretty creative sort. But, it’s one of those things that I don’t have much time to do.
With all of the living I do each day – the parenting, the working, the wife-ing – I don’t have a whole lot of extra time. And, I haven’t quite figured out how to work a system. Maybe that doesn’t make sense if you don’t scrapbook. But there’s a lot of gear involved in turning out these pages. If you’re not blessed enough to have a designated space to work, and I don’t, it’s time-consuming to pull it all out and get situated. I’m trying to figure out how to do this.
But I’ve got a new desire. There’s always a first step, right? My mom got my sister and me a day of scrapbooking at Archiver’s for our birthdays (we were born 2 weeks less than 2 years apart). Talk about a gift! It’s like she gave me extra time to breathe. It’s cathartic! I love just sitting there and appreciating my life. I think about all the good times. I’m not balancing activities or thinking about the budget or the schedule. I’m smiling and remembering and suddenly I’m breathing a little slower and I’m happier.
If a hobby can do all that, it’s worth finding time to do it. I’m feeling pretty inspired to go pull out my stash and get to it.
