knitted garments in a stainless steel sink full of soapy water

I am, at heart, a maker. A creator. An artist. If I'm not taking something from my brain and making it tangible in one way or another, then I feel like I'm wasting away, wasting time and life.

Knitting. Writing. Cooking. Sewing. Photography. Gardening.

Soon, motherhood.

Activities that let me shape the world, even if it's only my own microcosm. How I thrive. I've come to realize that it's something of a compulsion because every time I consider giving up writing, I realize how much it would hurt.

I am a maker of many kinds. I always will be.