It wasn’t a bad day. It wasn’t a particularly good day. OK, I did have someone on the phone say she was going to “get me” but I didn’t take that very personally. I honestly had a moment where I stepped off the floor at work because I just felt this knot of stress or whatever and thought ‘that’s just not good and it’s going away now’ and I took a few minutes to be alone and regroup and wonder.
It was the kind of day that made me really think about what was going on around me and with me and with other people and wonder what it all meant. And, when I mentioned that to others, they said, yeah, what’s up with all this stuff? I had a few really nice and very serious discussions about it. That made me feel better – comfort in numbers you know.
So I’m going to go wash all this stuff off me and think about other stuff, but also a bit more about all of this. Maybe I should be wondering about how to finish my quilt’s edges so it can be done done done and be done with it.
