After working as a human resource professional for 19 years I began to feel that I needed something positive in my life. I needed balance. I felt that I was losing my creative edge and beginning to check out. When I first began my career in HR it was exciting because I found myself being challenged and I was constantly learning. As time went on it became routine. I would attend a seminar or read an article when new legislation was pending. I felt like I was simply existing and losing my edge. In my fifties was not the time to leave a perfectly good job. I had a good pension, good benefits, good working hours. Most people would kill for that. What was wrong with me? I grew more and withdrawn and unhappy and it was now spilling over into every aspect of my life. I became anxious. One morning I woke up and said I don't want to do this anymore.
So I left my comfortable job for well I don't know what? At least at that time I didn't know what. I had some ideas but nothing really concrete. I tried selling a few things but nothing really satisfied me. Then one morning I took out my old sewing machine, cleaned it up and went to the fabric store to pick out some fabric. I had no idea what to get or what I wanted to make. There were so many types and colours and well just things that I had no idea what they were. It was overwhelming so I focused on just one thing, picking fabric. Fabric in hand, I headed home and thought, where do I start. I don't even know how to work this machine. Then I thought, google it. I did and found an endless amount of information, demonstrations etc... So I learned to sew. Then I learned to quilt and I felt alive again for the first time in many years. I found my passion. I have read books about this but never really believed that you could love what you do. Every morning I wake up and can't wait to finish a project or start a new project. It is a constant learning experience for me that will go on forever.