There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
My two dreams have always been to have a family, and to Make Things. Having 2 busy busy boys left me exhausted but I realized the only way I could process my world and feel completely full was to paint and create every day. I still got sick once in a while but by now I knew what caused my flareups (stress/excitement and exhaustion) and worked hard to avoid getting sick. As my boys went off to preschool I treasured the time that I had to paint while they were gone. But I craved more. And I realized how important to my well-being this time was (is). Five years ago we moved to a bigger house with a huge yard (to run these boys every day) and at last I had a real and separate studio apart from the rest of the house where I could make a mess and leave a mess and have enough room to put it all. We have a walkup attic that is a perfect workspace for me. It was insulated with the new "green" white foam before we moved in that covers the ceiling -- it looks, fittingly, like creamy icing or whipped cream. We put some air conditioning ducts in and I moved in. I feel very very lucky to have the space and to be able to stay home with my children, and at this point help support the house a great deal financially. When I'm not up there I feel a very strong pull to be there. Luckily I am very disciplined and remind myself to live in the moment, try hard to ignore the pull. Ironically, ZouZou's Basement is in the attic.