I have curly hair.
I have a pointy nose.
I am forgetful. (I order the same DVDs from netflix, only to sadly discover we have seen them.)
I could go on about my flaws and foibles, but that isn't my purpose. I have been asked on more than one occasion, how I am so organized. How I find time to do all I do with 5 kids. As with most everything in my life, organization ebbs and flows. Okay, mostly ebbing. (have you seen my garage? or my pantry? or...) I'm assuming this assumption is formed because of what I include in my blog. FYI(!): Blogs (as well as 3 hours of church, or a few minutes dropping off your kids) are a highly edited slice of one's life. Romanticizing one's life is quite easily done--especially in blogdom. That is also the beauty. What I choose to include is what I want my children to see and remember. I want them to know that creating is one of my sources of balm for the soul. Some people exercise. Or read. Or play computer games. Or cook. Or clean. (Or organize.) We all make time for what we enjoy. I try to balance that which I enjoy with what I view as necessary evils. I'm no acrobat and easily "fall", but don't give up. I draw inspiration from multiple sources (like the placemat bag from a friend's), and sometimes I do have brilliant ideas (if I do say so myself) without prompts (did you see Azure's new dress, yesterday's post?)
I am not going to start wearing my hair curly everyday, or get a nose job, they're just metaphors. We've all been given what we've been given. I want to teach my girls that they can't be good at everything, but they can be good at some things. Be willing to make mistakes when trying something new. You won't be able to rollerblade as well as your dad, the first month of trying, Divine. But if you never try, stretch that which is curled up tightly, you'll miss much of the beauty and subtleties that are so worth experiencing in this life. As my dad often quotes Vincent Van Gogh, "I am always doing what I cannot do yet, in order to learn how to do it."
Nobody has a perfect life. If you think they do, you don't know them well enough, or they are masters at facades.
If you want lessons in sewing, come on over. If you want lessons in organization, go somewhere else. Either way, do some stretching. It eventually feels good.