History repeats itself, doesn't it? That déjà vu hits hard—this endless dance with my soul's idealistic vision of homemaking, housewife life, and working from our kitchen table. Down-to-earth reality keeps whispering (shouting?) that dreams like Blackbird Cottage Co. take grit to root, not just wishful longing. I've quit jobs a million times, chasing joy in this cozy creative life, only to crash into demotivation walls every time. One hard-won lesson sticks, though: you can't

​ This certainly isn't the fairytale beginning I imagined for our homemaking journey—but if you knew me, you'd understand why. My expectations run high: perfect routines, perfect life, perfect everything. So waking after just 4½ hours of sleep—battered by yesterday's caffeine haze and overwhelm over a major life decision—felt far from the dreamy freedom I pictured when I quit my daily job. Normally, I'd have given up. Emailed the agency to accept their safe offer. Carried on