I'm having so much fun stitching lately. Various projects. One in particular has been a good trial for new things. If you happen to see it, keep in mind that I'm only just learning embroidery. Ok? Thanks.
I've also been folding paper stars. I don't know why. It's a mindless, simple task. I like the process. And I like stars. So there you go.
I spend far too much time judging myself. I'm sure I'm not alone in this.
Was I right? Was I wrong? Was I good enough? Should I? Shouldn't I? Why am I so messed up?
Just a few of my queries, and my head is spinning.
What if there's nothing wrong with me? What if there's nothing wrong with any of us? What if we just... are. Learning, growing, and... being.
Part of the Universe. Facets of Diety. God's creation.
Suddenly my biggest question is... Why do I waste my time pondering percieved imperfections? I could be sewing. Creating. Playing with my son. Cuddling on the couch. Laughing. Sipping a glass of wine. Playing solitaire. Reading a book. Or a million other things that bring joy and pleasure to my life. These things are good. These things don't hurt anyone around me -- in many cases, they bring as much happiness to others as to myself.
Not everything is good or right or perfect. But... Bad shit happens. That doesn't make me any less.
I've started to interrupt myself. You may be suprised at the difference it makes.