Can you believe

It's almost October? I have to admit I am overly excited about it. I have already made my first batch of pumpkin chocolate chip muffins and they were rather tasty. We can see the leaves turning brilliant colors on the mountains from our kitchen window. I love the cool nights and sleeping with the windows open.

I put my fall wreath on the door this week and was crazy enough to break out the fall/Halloween decor. The problem with that is I have many glass jars I like to fill with fun fall colored candies but, then they get eaten, not by me of course :)

I love this time of year with school in, football season in swing, and the changes of colors and smells all around. I am anxious for the predicted forecast this week. Cold and rainy and yummy. Then I have no choice but to make some spiced cider to keep on the stove that will not only taste yummy but make the house smell so sweet. It's time to break out all the great soup recipes and heavy fall favorites.

Yes folks, I love fall!

Thoughts

I had some time today that got me thinking. What are some things that I really want to do? I went to a darling little fabric store today with gift certificates in hand from my birthday just dying to be spent. I looked and searched and with so many fun colors and textures, fabrics and ideas, that I left the store with no purchases in hand, feeling a tad disappointed and a lot overwhelmed. It evoked that strange feeling inside where I wonder what I am meant to do? Not really with my life exactly, though I often ponder that too, but what creative thing do I want to spend my time doing. Make a quilt? A dress? A cute corduroy bag? I would like to think of myself as a creative person but then when it comes right down to it I feel stifled. What really can I make or create? What would I totally and completely love and feel 100% passionate doing? Sewing? Quilting? Painting? Scrap booking? Sadly the answer doesn't come.

I often spend more time than I should scouring "Etsy" and other women's blogs drooling over their beautiful creations. Sewing projects, photography, jewelry, art. I think I could do that, but then I don't. We finally own a home and I want to make it mine, but I won't. I'm too afraid of the outcome. What if I hate it?

One of Randall's pet peeves with me is how easily I compare myself to others and their supposed abilities, talents, or exciting lives. I don't want to compare but I want to do and make and create beautiful things, if only I could put my finger on exactly what that could be.