And then I get smacked in the face by reality (read: my bank account) and I realize that I will probably be treading water for some time before anything really amazing can happen. Because all of that takes money.
That's the thing about making money and then paying bills. It leaves absolutely nothing to be saved, and what extra pennies I do scrape by with, it will take years and years to actually pay for any of that. Because a bunch of saved pennies is not even enough to buy a bolt of fabric in order to do upholstery or quilting.
And then I get all restless and claustrophobic.... and end up sulking in my house.
At least tonight when I sulk, I'll be cleaning too.
Is anybody else thinking it's funny that I had this burst of ambition today, on 4/20? Seems ironic, some how.