Day 1: The Stubborn Homemaking Start

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 like every "responsible" grown-up should.

But today? I felt different. Something deep inside whispered I couldn't take the same path and expect different results. (Yes, cliché—I know you've heard it a million times. But sometimes the truth hides in plain sight.)

So the new me said no to safety and yes to the unknown. My mum wouldn't approve. Responsible adults wouldn't either. Neither would my old self.

But this new me chose a deeper responsibility: to my soul and the dreams she's carried for so long.

Here we are then—a family of three: me, my man Ash, and our beloved adopted dog Charlie. Starting today. A journey toward all those dreams I've held close.

(As I type this, emotion wells up. Maybe because it matters so much. I've tried countless times, only to doubt if these dreams are illusions—my imagination tricking me that such a life is possible here on earth. Each failure broke my wings, drowned me in mundane drudgery. So much at stake.)

Luckily, I have one unbreakable trait: stubbornness. It's carried me through dark times, the only thing keeping me from quitting.

So here I stand, mustering every ounce of it. Ready to become homemaker, housewife, businesswoman. The confident woman I was always meant to be (had it not been for those childhood glitches that kept me in survival mode far too long). A better wife to Ash. A better mum to Charlie boy.

I'm here to share it all with you—our real, honest Homemaking Journey. Right now, I have no idea what I'm doing, whether with homemaking or this website. Usually, I'd wait for perfection: flawless plans, domains, everything polished.

But why repeat the same cycle of analysis paralysis and self-sabotage? This time, I'm diving in messy. Let's see what happens.

Thank you for joining us. It won't be easy, but stay long enough... and you might just witness how dreams are made.

(Our Charlie boy patiently waiting for his homemade chicken jerky treat on his morning walk pictured above)