This weekend I found myself standing in my kitchen staring at a flower vase filled with wine corks an item I started collecting because I figured some day I’ll be able to make something out of them. I decided, while still in my jammies, that today was the day I was going to do something about my wine cork situation. So, I emptied the vase, spread out the corks and decided after a little Pinteresting that I would make a wine cork trivet. I had everything I needed the corks and some hemp twine. So I went to work, fashioning my trivet: arranging the corks by size and color and tying them together with the hemp. I stepped back and gazed upon my simple craft and felt a sense of pride. Later on in the day, I found myself gazing into my kitchen at it, and wondered why I was feeling such accomplishment from something so small, so easy to make.
There is something so powerful about the things we fill our free time with, whether they be hobbies, sports, crafts, reading, writing. Since entering the professional world I have slowly lost this. After doing the 9-to-5, I find myself tired and wanting to reward myself by sitting on the coach, cuddling with the dog and with a glass of wine and magazine in hand. While I enjoy spending my time this way, lately I have realized that my life is missing other things. That little light bulb went off reminding me of this on Saturday with my small DIY project.
As a kid I filled my time with dance, arts and crafts, horseback riding, swimming, biking, tree climbing, playing the piano, French horn and ukelele things that gave me so much happiness. I would sew Christmas stockings, stuffed animals, pillow cases on my mom’s old Singer sewing machine. I would be inspired by an episode of Martha Stewart and beg my mom to take me to the garden store so I too could make a water garden. In college my friends and I would get together for wine and painting evenings and on the weekends I’d work on projects like refinishing furniture and planting herbs. Sometimes I get so caught up in what I do Monday through Friday between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. that I forget about the other things I need to do to make myself happy weekends filled with DIY projects and crafts, bike rides at dusk, late nights of painting.
On a recent trip to my parent’s house, I found my tap shoes and decided to bring them back to my now-home in Virginia. They now sit in my closet and are an inspiration. I may not put them on and tap around my apartment at night after work, but they remind me that I need to carve out time in my schedule for the kid in me.