Hobbies
I was talking to James today about how I want to get back to doing things that I find fulfilling, like knitting and writing. And about how those things that I enjoy doing just feel like work when I don't have enough time to myself. Right now, at the end of the day, all I want to do is fall into the couch and not move or think until it's time to go to bed.
I read about all these moms who work and take care of the kids and throw elaborate parties for their children and write and self-publish three novels. And I just feel inferior.
It's hard to remember not to compare. I don't know what their child care situation is. I don't know how much money they make (or how much their spouse makes). I don't know their debt, their living expenses, the ways in which their parents bolster their lives. I only know my little story.
It doesn't keep me from wishing I could do more...
I read about all these moms who work and take care of the kids and throw elaborate parties for their children and write and self-publish three novels. And I just feel inferior.
It's hard to remember not to compare. I don't know what their child care situation is. I don't know how much money they make (or how much their spouse makes). I don't know their debt, their living expenses, the ways in which their parents bolster their lives. I only know my little story.
It doesn't keep me from wishing I could do more...