I don't do very well with sticking to goals. I quit just about everything I start within a few weeks, one including this blog. I can't do anything long enough to form a habit. It's weird because I get so excited I'm going to start something new. Maybe it's boredom? Exercising, dieting, cooking and not eating out as much...come and go in weekly spurts. I am only telling you this because I started thinking of the things I have stuck to, and I'm writing a blog for the first time in 8 months to tell you about it. Kind of ironic. The things I have stuck to include;
-Telling my Husband "Good morning, I love you, and have faith and trust in you and us" every day for the past 3 years.
- Taking my "vitamins", aka, anxiety meds every morning around the same time,
- and telling my Mother good night and that I love her.
Although there are a lot of things that I cannot seem to stick to, my interests have always stayed the same. My creative mind will always drift into song, or day dream about projects I'd like to start. Music, photography, interior design, bridal fashion and crafting always light me up. These interests have never brought in the big bucks-which Shawn may remind me from time to time- but it makes my soul happy, and he understands that.
Once I bought my first home and renovated it, I was hooked. Needed my next project, stat. I moved in with Shawn and two roommates in Baltimore. I could not feel at home there. It wasn't my house, I couldn't decorate like I wanted, and most importantly, it was a new house. Built in 2012. ew. Character was lost somewhere in the 1980's when mass housing communities were born. My family has lived in the same home since I was born. My Dad was the GC of the project, so him and my mom designed it. Every one of my childhood memories happened there. I need to be surrounded with things that mean something to me. Yes, material things. Something Shawn and I argue about often. He comes from a military family who kept their special belongings in a storage unit. They moved many times, and Shawn got to experience way more than I did growing up in different towns. Different climates and different children to play with. He learned not to hold onto material items. I mean, in the end they really do not matter. Ya can't take them to the grave. You live your life in memories and experiences.
Well, I have a terrible memory and I've always dreamed of handing things down to my children. So sue me. Actually speaking of the word "sue", all this probably comes from my hoarding Mother, Susan.
In conclusion, I'd like to share with you our most recent project. Near the Lithuanian Hall in Hollins Market, our home. BEFORE...