I used to wish I took the time to scrapbook more often, but life always seemed to find a way to slip in there and eat up my days.
I wanted to go to conventions and workshops and learn new techniques/ revive old ones that I’d totally forgotten about.
I wanted to go to more classes on stuff I’d never tried but always wanted to learn.
But, instead, life kept rolling on, and my stacks of half-done albums just kept growing taller.
It’s so easy to get distracted from the things that fill you up, that bring you joy.
And it’s so easy to fall into old patterns and not do anything for yourself when you’re so busy taking care of everything (and everyone) else.
But life is too short to not have fun.