I have always found myself kind of wandering through ideas and hobbies, scatter brained and unfocused. I never really knew what exactly I was good at and lets face it everyone wants to be good at something.

When I was younger I was open to do anything I rode dirt bikes, played hockey and played paintball. Was I good at any of these things?….nope not a one but I just kept doing them. I have been with my now husband since I was thirteen and that’s just what we did for fun. He taught me to hunt (which I loved) I already knew how to fish (thanks Dad) and I happily spent my time engrossing myself in his favorite hobbies and in no time his hobbies were now mine.

If your 20’s were anything like mine then they are quite blurry. Before you know it you are married then the kids come and faster then you can blink  every inch of you is now them. Don’t mistake what I’m saying, my kids are badass and my husband is amazing but if you are a person like myself you were 33 and had no idea who you were.

I got sick that November and wound up in the hospital with sepsis and pneumonia and the doctors said some scary things. I never smoked another cigarette after that and after deep reflection knew I needed to make a change. I started working out  like 2 hours a day, bought a treadmill and started running. I lost a little weight tired myself out and started doing research because I found even though I wasn’t losing weight I still loved working out. I was finally becoming focused on something I loved. I found myself sitting in front of my sewing machine and creating things again. Somehow I figured out that I needed to continue to find things I was passionate about.

So now I just keep focusing on trying to find me while being mom, wife, coach, friend. What I know so far is my passions are my family, sewing, crafts, learning to cook, fitness and my permanent tomboy brain. Finding Ferris is going to take time but she’s there just waiting to find her voice, in the mean time I just want to share the journey.