I've always been a "crafty" person, and about 10 years ago, I started scrapbooking. I've been systematically documenting my life and the life of my family. When the infertility monster entered my life in the fall - I stopped scrapbooking. An activity that used to make me so happy only made me sad. I realized at that time that I wasn't scrapbooking for me, I was scrapbooking for my future children. Preserving my memories and telling my stories stopped having meaning. Who was going to care about my life after I was gone if I was never a mother?
I've started to get back to it a little lately. But, I've tried to change my focus. Instead of preserving memories for my future kids, I'm preserving memories for me and my husband. I've focused on vacation memories and other small projects.
One day, I hope I can go back to telling my family story and have it mean something afterall.