No, this isn't a New Age thread. I'm not channeling Wayne Dyer here.
In an effort to quell the angst I've had about color palettes for the VT house, I've been poring over Pinterest boards. In the process I discovered this website. I'm in love with this woman! Not only does she have the cheeriest house imaginable, but she has a great life on a Massachusetts home farm and she actually creates the fiber decor--printing, knitting, crocheting, etc.
She reminds me of a slice of a younger me--the "me" I was before marriage, family and work. I oil painted, drew portraits, made all my own clothes, made costumes for community theatre, made all my Christmas presents to family and friends, did embroidery and crewel work, hooked rugs, and pursued other types of "Renaissance woman" skills.
ALL that went away. And finding that website made me wonder: Why? Did I lose interest? Am I not talented enough? Or did I simply get too busy? I loved that life. And it's completely gone now.
My favorite simple living book--and I have it on my "altar" where I can see it and be inspired by it every day, is "A Handmade Life" by William Coperthwaite. He writes about the beauty in literally crafting the tools of life, and I love that.
So why am I so enthralled with Kristen N and William C? Am I yearning to find that part of myself again? If so, why did I abandon it for 40 years? Who IS my true self? The marketing consultant or the Renaissance teen?
So here is the DEEP question for a Friday: Who is your true self, and are you manifesting it to your satisfaction?