So much time and so little to do-

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-scratch that, reverse it.

Gene Wilder died recently which spurred an impromptu movie night with the hubs. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory will always be my favorite movie, even if Roald Dahl didn’t agree with the casting and the majority of society thinks it’s a creepy film.

Anyways, this quote pretty much sums up my life these past few months. Or, at least, the reversal of it. I’ve gone from having hours and hours of free time filled with Netflix, to fourteen hour days made up of class, work, homework, housework, and being married. It all started about four months ago…

On May 5th, 2016, my husband and I got married. It was wonderful, spectacular, glorious, etc. (I’ll dedicate another post to this event someday). Since that day, my life has felt like a roller coaster that doesn’t end. Don’t get me wrong, getting married was the best decision I’ve ever made, but it hasn’t come without challenges, one of those being a lack of autonomy (for the both of us).

I wanted to talk a little bit about the recent lessening of my independence. It seems to be something I think about almost daily. Marriage hasn’t brought on these thoughts so much as other factors – I mean, marriage is a huge part of it, but so is college, other familial obligations, and my own personal desire to create.

Married life

As far as marriage is concerned, I have had to learn a lot about sacrifice and putting Austin’s needs above my own. I had to realize that I was not my own person anymore. What I mean by that is Austin and I became a team, a single entity, and that meant that I could no longer make decisions on my own. Every single choice I am faced with directly or indirectly affects Austin and the trajectory of our family, so to make any choice on my own is selfish and leads to even bigger issues. Though consulting with him on every topic has been a difficult adjustment, I can easily say that this has been my favorite “loss” in terms of independence. Honestly, it hasn’t felt like a loss so much as a new perspective that now includes another person that I love dearly. So yeah, marriage is hard and fun, but who doesn’t know that?

Now that I’m a PR major…

College though. Ugh. Hard and not always fun. This semester has undoubtedly been my most challenging, not because of the difficulty of the schoolwork, but the workload, class schedule and pressure. As my first year in the Public Relations program, things have gotten super real. I’m taking classes that I actually care about and I want to excel in all of them which has started to wear me down already. I love my major and I’m excited to see where it takes me, but so much of my time has been devoted to school that I feel like I have no time to do what I really want to do. Which brings me to my next point…

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The struggles of a crafter

Crafting has been a passion of mine for as long as I can remember. From makeshift puppets made from toilet paper rolls to knitting scarves to embroidering sassy quotes on clothes, I have always been on the lookout for skills I could teach myself in order to create. I’ve been inspired by the shows I used to watch as a kid (shoutout to Out of the Box), my artistic Grandmother and now, social media, all of which have led me to try my hand at an assortment of different crafts. This aspect of my life has as not really limited my independence so much as it has made me feel constricted by my other obligations (aside from you, Aus, you’re my favorite obligation). I feel deprived when I don’t have time to draw or paint or stitch. This deprivation has moved me to make a new rule for myself that I created (with the help of my husband) which will hopefully allow me to slow down and rejuvenate my crafting side before school starts each week.

From here on out, Sunday’s are strictly reserved for church and crafting. No school work allowed. This might not seem like a big deal for most people, but I am a serial procrastinator and this new rule forces me to get my homework done before Sunday instead of rushing to finish it on Sunday nights. This rule is also a way for me to learn to rest on the Sabbath and to observe it as a day of worship and a day of developing talents. Normally, I don’t get too excited about abiding by a rule, but I am pumped to enforce this one in my home.

WHEW. This post was a little long winded. Sorry about that. Don’t expect any of my future posts to be nearly as long. I figured I would put some major time and effort into this post since it marks the beginning of my blogging career. Thanks for sticking around till the end (or skimming to the end), I appreciate your support and readership, whoever you are.

Cheers to a life of learning and creating.

xoxo, AH

 

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