I've lived in a ton of places in my life, and whether it was with my family or on my own there's always a sense of sadness that follows,
sometimes even depression.
One winter I went to live with a family friend and I just started a new job; it appeared that everything was finally coming together for me. On the outside I was fine but the inside was a different story. I was homesick and my living situation was miserable; I started to become depressed. One night I found myself binge-watching Project Runway. Everyone knows I've been in Love with Tim Gunn and this show for years but for whatever reason I stopped watching it for a while. It was by watching at this particular time that I called my mother and asked her to bring my sewing machine with her on her next visit.
My mommy missed me so much that she gave my machine a thorough inspection (she's the master seamstress of the family) and brought it to me right away. Getting my sewing machine back up and running saved me. I was falling fast because I felt like I had nothing to work towards. As a goal-oriented person, there is nothing more disheartening than having no goals at all. Being able to start and wrap my mind around a project gave me just the right amount of motivation to keep going.
And then with just a simple stitch,
I had purpose.