I wish I had more time, to do the things I really want to do. I wish I was a stay at home mom, devoting my time to my children and family and me. But I don’t have that luxury. I work full time, sometimes odd hours and weekends At the end of the day the exhaustion kicks my butt and puts all the things I dream about during the day in the back of my head. I wish I had more time for photography, oh how I love capturing those moments in time that are so precious! I wish I had more time for crafting, creating those personal gestures that warm the heart like cocoa in the winter. I wish I was more organized and had the energy to have the picture perfect pottery barn home.
I wish I had the time and knowledge to make this bloggy mama thing work, and not just some random journal entries to vent here and there.
I can be inconsistent. Some might say this is a downfall, I think it just makes me unique. I need to keep my brain stimulated with new things. Or maybe I just enjoy so many things and want to take in and experience all it is that this messy life has to offer.
All these ideas, what seem to be great ideas, just go to waste.
I could be amazing, if I had more time.