I would really like to get back to work on my basket. But I am just not feeling it yet. Since I do most of my hand sewing sitting on my bed you would think that would be something low stress that I could do without too much trouble, but you would be wrong. My number one issue is that I won't eat if I am sewing, so sewing has to wait. Never mind the fact that my bed is 4 feet off of the ground and an extra 20 feet further away from everything else in the house, that not eating thing, that's a deal breaker right now.
Now I am starting to get inspired. I have been talking for a long time about trying to write my story, and the more time I spend listening to the stories of other people, the more I really want to get busy on mine. Not my rambling nonsensical, "what I did today" story like what I torture all of you with, but the real, raw, true story of how I came to be the fucked-up, crazy lady that you all seem to enjoy so much today. It has been a journey, and while some parts may seem as normal as apple pie and baseball, some parts could have been taken from a sci-fi movie, or at least an old west film. I think there may even be some humor in some of the shit I have been through, well, okay, pretty much all of it is pretty fucking funny - now. It might not have been at the time, but I am older, and wiser, and just a touch crazier now, and everything is funny to me if I put enough effort into it.
So maybe I will work on some real writing while I work through my recovery. Don't worry, I will still come here to bore you to tears with my nonsensical ramblings, but for a while I am going to keep the good stuff to myself. Once I get enough of it together I will think about sharing some of it, but this is going to be another of those long-term projects, so don't go getting impatient on me.
Until next time ...