My Little Buttercup

I have a million things to do. In fact the reason I have not been blogging lately is because I have been so busy, and today is a day where I need to really get things done! I have three boutiques in the next 4 weeks and barely anything really made. I dedicated late week into producing a new Spring Dress line because a store wanted me to send them swatches. I was thinking, “swatches! I don’t even have dresses yet!” but I didn’t want to say no, so I stopped everything I was doing, made the dresses and sent them out. They should be getting the stuff today, so we will see what they think? Here is a sneak peek:






Anyway, that is not what I came here to talk about. I should be working, I should be nailing out skirts and tops like a sweat shop, but something is weighing heavy on my mind...

A good friend once told me that, “everyone has their own truths.” There were no fancy words in what she said, and so I felt like I should have understood what she meant. I just nodded like it made sense and we went on chatting. Ever since hearing that statement, it has come to mean so many things to me in my life. Basically, it helps to explain what otherwise I can not see.

What we see is our truth. How we feel, think, and act is our truth. When making choices in our lives, it should seem so simple: you just choose the thing that is right? Well, I think with the elections just taking place, and some other stuff going on, I have come to realize that what is right for one person is not always right for another. One woman’s truth is not the same as another’s.

I tend to be a person who is open to hearing all sides. Which I think is a good trait. I also tend to be a person who fights for what they believe is right. I thought this was a positive trait, but I am starting to think that at times it can also be a curse. I guess the reason is that you have to choose a side, and once you do, you are automatically going to be against someone, because there are always two sides.

I don’t regret any of the choices I have made. I still feel they were right, for how I saw the situation, but I hate the feeling that someone has another truth. It may take me a bit to see it, but because I am open, I am accepting of other people’s truths, and I rarely have hurt feelings if someone doesn’t see it my way (I tend to be odd in my thinking, so I just see it as the norm).

I guess what is weighing on me is that others don’t have that openness, and feel their truth is the only one. Being a sensitive person, it makes me doubt what is right, and if I should fight for that anymore.

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So, that was me getting it off my mind. Now, I am going back to work and thinking happy thoughts...

Like, how excited Kaylee was when we went to Disneyland and the night before I stayed up sewing her a mini-mouse dress to wear. It made her day, well that and seeing the princesses!