In the last six years, my health has declined with Fibromyalgia, Diabetes T2. Also, I didn't realise I was Perimenopausal which made my symptoms of ill health much worse to deal with. Grieving the loss of someone I loved dearly, followed by a shit shower of individuals who caused more emotional pain than necessary. I miss Mum every day. It's been a tough few years.
I am now a Grandmother to four wonderful children. I hit my 50th Birthday during this Pandemic. However I count my blessings surrounded by my family and closest friends. So, medication sorted HRT. I almost feel human again. This Pandemic has kicked started my creative mojo, so I am bursting with many new ideas. I re-opened my Etsy online store and it feels wonderful to be back working full time again.
I've been through a journey of self discovery. Now, I have found the joy of creating. My weird brain with its weird rules. I found that I often put myself under so much pressure to produce, that I lacked the enjoyment of creating. Creating Art, sometimes takes time and is a process. I have just learnt to just do/make and not think about the end product. Enjoy the process of just doing. My problem is that I often overthink or over analyse stuff. That in itself is a joy killer.
Laters x
