everything is a work in progress

If you've never lived in a place with a real winter than you might not know this, but seasonal depression is such a real thing. This week we've had our first two sunny, legitimately warm days since summer, and it is absolutely amazing what it's done for my mood. I woke up this morning tired, achy and really dreading work, but the sun is out, its warm with a cool breeze and I just can't not be in the best, most grateful mood. Today I'm particularly grateful that everything is a work in progress. 

My reading selections, my bump, the blanket I'm knitting for the nursery, the gallery wall I'm planning and a new bow making kick I'm on--these are all works in progress. None of them are finished, and today I'm totally OK with that. I'm a work in progress, and I'm grateful for that. Life isn't about getting it all together and being done. Everything is always changing and growing and getting better and worse. It's amazing. What a freeing feeling to know that I don't have to have it figured out. I can just sit in the sun, listen to N'SYNC Pandora, make bows and enjoy the moment. The seasons are changing, my little family is changing and life couldn't be any less predictable than it is right now. For that, and so much more, I'm thankful. 

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