Yesterday night was just one of those nights where Pinterest was calling and responsibilities were stalling.
Even if I never lifted a finger and actually followed up on any of my “pins” with an honest DIY attempt at home, it wouldn’t matter.
Because I love being inspired.
I love to dream.
Living in a world with infinite possibilities is such a thrill. I don’t have to personally tackle each possibility to know that.
But I’ve tackled a few, some successfully, others not. Doesn’t matter. What’s important is that I stretched myself and learned something.
I think my whole life would be DIY if there were about 12 more hours in a day, I never left home to work and Bennett thrived strictly on a diet of sunshine and rain.