Ok, so this “about” page has changed over the time. So has this blog. It started off as a personal diary, keeping track of the changes that were happening in my life. The spiritual changes, that is. But life is never as we expect, is it. So as my life changed, my perspective changed as well. That’s why I decided to change my blog, change my about page, delete many posts and edit others.

I’m Z. Just one letter. It’s because people call me different names but they all have one thing in common. The first letter. Z. So I call myself Z. I’m 28 years old. Or young. Depends if you see the glass half empty or half full. I see it half empty most of the time but I’m trying to change that approach. It’s depresing and I don’t want to be depressed. I want to be cheerfull and bright. I’m not there yet but I’m trying.

I have a son. I. One letter again. Often I call him DS. He is almost 2 years old and he is a great guy. Most of the time. He is my model, he is my inspiration, he is the one who keeps me on my toes all day long and sometimes all night long as well. He doesn’t let me sit down, he hates to see me relaxing so I have to do stuff all day long. Cleaning, cooking, taking him out for walks. I would love to just sit down and drink my coffee in peace one day. But he won’t let me. But then again, thanks to him, I get things done. Thanks to him people ask me how I manage it all. I don’t manage it all but I love to look like I do. I pretend. And it works.

So what is it that I manage? (Or don’t). Household. That takes a big part of my day. I also craft. I started with sewing out of necessity. Then I started enjoying it. Then I moved on to knitting. And now crochet. I learned all that by myself, thanks to youtube tutorial videos . I probably do it all wrong, I hold the crochet hook the wrong way, I don’t follow most of the rules associated with sewing but it works for me. I found my way and I like it. At first I only made things for myself of DS  or my friends(poor hubby, the only thing he got from me is a knitted scarf). But then, funny thing happened. People asked ME to make something for them. So I did. And they paid me. Amazing. After being without an income for good few years, my hard earned cash felt real good in my hands. Satisfying. So I carry on. I make stuff. I can’t say I earn my living, but I try to cover my expences.

So that’s about it. That’s me. Nice meeting you!