A bottom border, a few backstitched details, itty bitty buttons and this one will be finished! It truly has been a joy to stitch, and I have promised myself to take this for proper framing and then proper hanging on a wall in the bedroom so I can enjoy it every day.
I confess to feeling decidedly not myself these last few days. I seem to have moved from unbridled happiness and gratitude to the edge of a big fat pity party, and I don't like it. At all. In addition to being miserable to be around when I'm feeling the feelings, I get hit square between the eyes with overwhelming guilt and shame that I could allow myself to go there.
But, contrary to the fantasy in my head, I am, after all, very human. And I suspect that a lot of the physical stuff I'm going through is starting to take a toll on me, and it's manifesting a return of the big black dog.
I know that medication, weather, world events, and turning 60 next week are all adding fuel to this stupid little fire, so I will allow myself a tiny bit of grace for a minute and not get too bent out of shape over it, but still...it does kinda suck.
Enough of that.
Showers to take and errands to run and things to do today, so I better get myself moving. I'd love to camp out under blankets today with stitching and a book, but alas...adulting must be done.
Happy Thursday, Dearies! How are things in your little corner of the world? Are you doing all the things and taking care of yourselves? Come tell me all about it!
Coni,
ReplyDeleteEveryone has days when the big black dog tries to rear his ugly black self. You have been through a lot both physically and mentally. You are continuing to do what needs to be done. You are a strong young woman. I love your blog and you. Prayers to you and yours.
Definitely give yourself grace...your body is still healing and you are adapting to a change in how it functions. Be still and stitch! Buy flowers! Drink the damn fine stuff!
ReplyDelete