3. Creating

I love to create. Whether it's cooking, sewing, reading, writing, taking photographs, scrapbooking, or talking to people, I like to create. I feel that is our purpose, that the way to find happiness is through creativity. Destruction brings sadness, anger, and bitterness.
People often tell me that I'm very "domestic." I often find myself compared to Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, or June Cleaver (I think it's the apron and heels) and I think there's a reason. I find that the things I like to create, my hobbies, involve doing things to please others. I am a people pleaser. I don't mean that I'm a doormat, I mean that making other people happy is what makes me happiest. I love to cook, but I hate to cook for myself; I have a "need to feed." (I've been told that my husband will be fat. I'm not sure if it was a compliment.) Every now and again I have to invite someone over to eat, whether it's my sister, my home teachers or even someone I hardly know, I feel like I have to feed someone or I will go crazy. I recently made a quilt for my brother's birthday and I haven't done anything recently that made me as happy as sewing a blanket for my baby. It made me happy because it will make him happy, and knowing he's happy is a wonderful thing.