The year: 2023. The location: The beach, a one-mile walk from the cottage. The situation: One toddler. One stinky diaper. One heavily pregnant mom with no diaper bag. The resolution: Dumpster located. Diaper emptied. Napkins applied to inside of diaper. Diaper reattached to toddler. So. Yeah.

I see you there, remembering the years when you had all the time in the world to be creative. You used to journal or dance or serve in your church. Then you had babies. Slowly and all at once, your time to be creative slipped away from you. When you have the desire to make something or even just dream something up, the impending task list of meals to be made, messes to be cleaned and diapers to be changed drowns out even the possibility of spending your time doing the creative things you used to do. What if I told you that I bet, just maybe, you really do still have the time?