A Sweet Reminder From My Mama (and My Heart)
These last few days have honestly been a little emotional for me. Nothing bad… just one of those moments in life where you feel pulled in two different directions, and you’re trying to make the “right” choice.
I applied for a full-time daycare job. Not because I wanted to stop making art… but because I felt that pressure — that voice that says, “You should be doing more. You should be helping more. You should bring money in faster.” And I let that get to me.
I prepared myself, dressed nicely, took my resume, took my certifications… and I went to the interview. And it actually went really well. They were so sweet, and they really liked hearing about Tiny Moon Atelier and my purpose behind it. For a tiny moment, I felt like maybe this was a sign, maybe this was something I should step into.
But then… my mama talked to me.
She reminded me of everything I’ve been building these past months — my art shop, my equipment, my Etsy listings, my blog, my goals, my hopes, and even the things I haven’t started yet but have been planning in my heart. She reminded me that I’ve already been walking toward my dream, step by step, and that taking a full-time job like that would take away all the time and energy I need to keep going.
And she was right.
A full-time Monday–Saturday schedule, from 8 AM to 5:30 PM… I realized I’d come home exhausted. I wouldn’t have the time or strength to create new art, write my blog posts, prepare packages, or even organize new ideas. My dream would slow down so much — not because I didn’t care, but simply because I wouldn’t have the hours left in the day.
And I don’t want that. I’ve worked too hard. I’ve invested too much love. I’ve come too far already.
I want to make art. I want to keep building Tiny Moon Atelier. I want to give my time to the things that make me happy and give my life meaning.
So if they call me on Friday, I’ll kindly thank them, but I won’t move forward. Not out of fear… but out of clarity. Out of peace. Out of choosing myself and the dream God placed in my heart.
It wasn’t a failure. It wasn’t a mistake. It was a reminder — that even when I drift a little, I can always find my way back to my purpose.
I want to make art. I want Tiny Moon Atelier more than anything.
