At the moment I often feel speechless.
There are so many things to do in one day, so many letters, emails, things to be organized, kept clean, made new, taken apart...
Setting up your own business takes time and patience.
I'm completely overwhelmed at times.
Sometimes I find myself in the kitchen, staring into empty space, not able to remember what it was I wanted there.
In the mornings I wake up and by the time I've brewed my tea the list of things I need (absolutely need!) to remember is already so long that I've forgotten the beginning.
Sometimes I feel I'm getting nowhere, as though I never get anything done, as though there are too little nice moments in a day.
Which can't be true. I'm just looking the wrong way.
During the next couple of days I'll be looking for the good moments, the quiet minutes and the things I love about my work. Under rugs, beneath piles of wool, fabric and paper, in pots of paints and in the mess of pens on my desk.
Will you accompany me?