The Zen In Me

I have the sudden urge to sew. It’s been dwindling for a while. Sewing use to be a huge, huge hobby of mine. But once I moved back home I tucked it away in storage and said goodbye to the hobby for a few months. Now, I’m dying to get back at it. I miss the zen it brought me. My little getaway/stress reliever (although sometimes stressful). Maybe I’ll take a quick trip to my storage unit and dig it out of its grave. On a second note, I’ve been dying to buy a cute romper. But although wanting to be adventurous, I’m afraid it just might not fit my body type right. Plus, I would be the type to purchase one and only wear it to the beach or pool. I try to be experimental, but for some reason I always get too nervous to just give it a try. I am officially a work-a-holic, with only one day a week off now. I don’t mind being busy, it keeps me in tact with reality. But cramming in a study session into one single day, along with my innate mother cleaning and re-painting the house, was no fun at all. I can no longer breath out of both nostrils, thanks to the large inhaling of dust and paint fumes. I’m crossing my fingers to do well on this exam tomorrow.