Lately I have been thinking a lot about the busyness of life. I am a type A personality and I can get sucked in to stress way to easy. I can start obsessing about getting everything done and of course in the most efficient way. If it isn’t efficient, well in my mind it seems like a waste. This mind set can make things I love doing, into stressors. Lately I have noticed this with my sewing. As I look back I noticed it has happened before. I have been re-thinking some things lately, and it has lead me into trying to do way too much. It made me kind of lose my creativity. I had been so focused and worried about trying to get this done, or do this differently. When I just let all the stress, worry, and anxious thinking go, I was able to remember how much sewing relaxes me. I love the hum of the sewing machine. I love sewing pieces together to create a finished product. I just love it all. But it is so easy for me to forget just how much I do love it when my mind is racing with millions of other things. Just recently I realized what I was doing. I was turning sewing, something I love so much, into a stressor. Maybe I am the only one who does this? Or maybe because it is also my occupation. Maybe that is why it is easy to get hung up on all the day to day details of The Ruffled Stitch. My mind seems to be thinking of the next task on my to do list instead of just enjoying the moment. Then I wonder would it be different if it weren’t a handmade business and I was just sewing for myself? The more I think on that, I realize that a huge part of excitement of sewing is being able to make each product with love and care knowing it will be in someone else’s hands soon. I love being able to share my passion with others. I love reading all the reviews at my Etsy shop, all of the sweet things that people say! It makes me feel amazing that I touched someones life or brightened their day in that certain way. So in a way I don’t know if sewing would relax me as much if it was strictly for me.
Stress, worry, busyness, they all crowd our minds. I think they take our focus off what is truly beautiful in life. Sometimes I hesitate to share the simple joys of life because a little voice tells me “seriously who can stop and take the time to enjoy the small things?? We are all too busy for that, we have better things to think about.” A couple weeks ago I took a vow to myself to take a step from my life and really look at it. I didn’t really like what I saw. I saw a cluttered mind without the ability to enjoy the small things. Too worried about the next thing to enjoy the moment. The busyness of life crowded out the goodness of life. All the details of life were drowning out the simple joys. The hum of the sewing machine didn’t phase me because I was to busy thinking about the next task.
Maybe it’s not the hum of a sewing machine that relaxes you.
Maybe you are missing out on enjoying….
I challenge you to hold yourself to a standard of grace today. Let perfection go and look around and see the beauty and goodness of an imperfect life.