sometimes i feel like abandoning scrapbooking altogether. i think about how much money i could get, selling off all of my supplies. i think about what i could do with the extra bedroom i'm occupying. i think about the extra time i'd have... to clean my house, to cook real food, to spend time with matt, to work in the garden (and i use the term "garden" quite loosely) and the yard. the voice of doubt creeps in and i say things to myself like "i'm not good enough to 'go pro'" and "what's the point? at the end of the day, it's paper and glue." and "why is this better than putting my photos in nice 2-up albums, with captions written above and below?" sometimes i feel like i'm spinning my wheels, like it's a rat race (let's see, how many cliche analogies can i squeeze into one sentence) and like i'm not making any headway, or working for anything worth the effort.

eh.