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| My "craft room" after I cleaned up. Yikes! |
didn't say fold), find my sewing machine in the storage room, and then locate my scissors, and don't forget to look for the pins that were for some reason up on a book shelf in the living room. Then I needed to vacuum up that spider, and search for my seam ripper. And once I got everything together, it was time to pick up the kids. I just couldn't do what I wanted. It's wasn't can versus should, it was can't versus should--and it left me feeling awful.
I wish I had a magical story to tell here and how a fairy godmother came and made everything alright and I finished the quilt wall hanging on time, and cooked a gourmet dinner, and had a spotless house, and folded that laundry, and created the perfect lesson plan for the next day. But that's a lie.
I know that I have a hard time balancing all of the good and better things in my life, and that it's difficult to choose what's best. Some days I can do it all, some days I feel like I should do it all, and some days I fall apart and cry because none of it happened at all.
The point of this ramble is that I accomplished something. And that may not be much to you, but it makes me happy. It makes me proud. And I did it just for me.
So, this is me celebrating what I can do.

I can make flying geese using a no waste method.

I can create perfect half-square triangles.

I can learn a new quilt block called the "switch and flip".

I can find time to finish the wall hanging section of my quilt.

I can acknowledge that my family comes first, and my job come shortly after that--but I am important!
I can understand that while I may not be able to grade tests coherently after 10 pm, I apparently have no problem quilting after 10 pm.
I can apologize because I am NOT a social person while quilting. (Sorry, Nate.)
I can enjoy hot cocoa and quilting at the same time.
I can finish what I started out to do without feeling guilty about the time it took.
I can do hard things.





