Seeker of Happiness

$12 Tote Bags and Some Happy Thoughts


Carrie Lynn6 Comments
I haven't been the greatest student in my life. And I used to avoid anything crafty or creative like the plague. I always felt like I would fail at anything I tried that was new or different. I think it took me like 3 hours to learn how to roller-skate without my mom's hand, and I'm pretty sure I cried the entire time. Let's not even talk about swimming lessons, or jumping off diving boards.

Even though I'm coming up to the quarter-century mark in my life, I still get really scared of things. I mean, I've gotten pretty good at failing and smiling about it; proud that I had the confidence to try at all, but sometimes I get to a big scary diving board and I start to freak out.

I'm opening an Etsy shop. The real one. I opened up a test run before to try and see what it was like, and now that I can find my way around over there, I'm opening a shop that I hope can bring a little happiness to someone, somewhere. It's coming in September.

I am 1000% intimidated by this big, bad Etsy world. This is one of the scariest things I've ever done. Maybe it's because I've invested some money into it. Maybe it's because I've prayed so much about it and put so much of myself into it, but it's really, really scary.

One of my goals to accomplish while 24 is to sell something at a craft fair. I'm doing that the day before I turn 25. I'm also re-doing a piece of furniture for the first time, and it's stressing me out.

What if I don't sell anything? What if everyone hates me? What if I screw up this whole furniture re-do?

I am starting my last semester of course work in like a week. I need to find an internship for next year. I'm moving to UTAH (the one place in the United States I dislike) in January. I'm going to be a SOCIAL WORKER next year! I CAN BECOME A MOM soon!


But if there's ANY ONE reason I married my delightful husband, it's because he makes me feel totally capable of anything. No matter how crazy, if I tell him I want to do something, he makes me feel like I am the best person for the job.
No, he doesn't give me peppy little cheers.
He just looks at me like I'm out of my mind for even THINKING I wouldn't be good at something.

... but the good kind... with a smile.

Because I'm freaking AWESOME! And if you don't think so, you haven't gotten to know me. I try my HARDEST to be a good friend, and a polite stranger. I worship a God who reminds me everyday that I am royalty in His eyes! I can laugh off incredibly embarrassing moments, and cook a mean batch of lemon muffins.
I can sing!
I can work!
I can make picture frames that will knock your socks off!
I can get a 4.0!
I can do hard things!
I can do it all!