If I told you I knew the names of the employees at Tuesday Morning near my house, would you believe me? How about if I told you I used to know (and pre-order!) every scrapbook designer’s newest products, on or before their launch dates, and that Marc knew when we got a 12 inch x 12 inch USPS Priority Box the weight of bricks in the mailbox, that he also knew I just dropped about $50 on paper? Everything I’ve said so far is true.
Well, I’ve lost touch with my Tuesday Morning friends, and not because we didn’t have some great craft aisle conversations about what we were making lately and how the Tuesday Morning off San Pedro Rd. has a way better stash, because we had those, and more.
For the first two years of Maggie’s life, I printed every photo, but shoved them into a clear sleeve, and called it a day. Finally, when she turned two, I started following a *strict* schedule for Project Life, feverishly documenting our everyday life every. single. week. I even made the time to YouTube my process, because it was fun to share, and everyone knew that was Mama’s time (so leave me alone, kids!) and I felt creative and productive. I also knew my kids would appreciate my hard work one day.
But something happened this past December that kinda killed my crafty mojo. When I promised myself (again!) that I’d participate in December Daily, I instead launched into an even deeper depression than I was in last year. I didn’t cut out a single Christmas tree-shaped paper, or document a single holiday memory. For the second year in a row, I packed up all of my December holiday supplies with the guilt and pain of knowing I didn’t even touch them this year BECAUSE I SUCK. My brain said, “Well, you didn’t even make time for the thing you said you were going to make time for, so you must not love it anymore.”
Queue more guilt, because poor little Ruby’s lifetime memories were now MIA for the past half year, so even if I did start again, I wonder if she’d wonder what the hell I was doing all this time. How do I tell them that Mama got overwhelmed? This sounds so stupid because IT’S JUST PAPER, but the pressure of being “behind” and a failure (again!) is just too much and keeps me from being inspired to start back up. I keep telling myself now that Ruby turned two, I need to get out of my funk and just get going again. Is that true?
I’m wondering if any of my other crafty scrapbooking friends feel this way? Any other mamas out there, just kinda quitting what they used to love, because approaching it is different these days? Like, I just don’t have the time I used to. I barely have time to do housework anymore. So now what? How do I get back to doing what I love? Nix the rules and just craft when I want to?
How do you handle mojo death, y’all? Anxious to hear what you think.