Brief Interlude (#25)

I made this! It is a candy cane column.
I made a pair for the the three wide doorways on my first floor.
It is a piece of dimensional lumber, sanded, shaped, and
painted white, with red ribbon wrapped around it.
I am proud of it.

Tonight's post will be brief. Christmas is arriving fast. For the third straight year, I have not had to deal with stage managing a Nutcracker season. It has helped to relieve some of the stress, not having all those obligations. Yet, it has been sad as well. At some point, I need to write more about these mixed feelings. However, not today. Nor next week. But, some day down the road.

In the meantime...

Meandering Thoughts (#18)

Along the section of wall, from the wooden door on the left,
to the third bike hanging up on the right,
took an entire day to clear out and organize.
It may not look like much, and I wish I had a "before" picture,
but I promise you it constituted a huge step in the right direction.
Finishing it became motivation for starting the next project. 

I almost skipped tonight's post. This introduction may sound familiar. That's how I began it last week. But tonight's excuse would have been different. While today's event involved my daughter's dance team, unlike last week, it began at 10:30 am, and ended around 4 pm. The whole time spent entirely on my feet. And surrounded by hundreds of people. With only two hours of sleep. My body is aching, and my social battery is drained. Currently, my mind keeps telling me to fall asleep right here on the couch. Yet, a little voice in my heart whispers, "Write what you're feeling at this very moment, even if it is only one or two paragraphs long. At least one person will read it and enjoy. Also, you keep that one habit going." So, that's what I am doing.

Meandering Thoughts (#17)

I made that! Well, with a lot of help and patience
Though, now I'm wondering if the text should be bigger...

I almost skipped tonight's post. For five hours this morning, a group of women and I worked on t-shirts for my daughter's dance team. It was my first time weeding vinyl and ironing it to fabric. My creative mind was in overdrive, filled with so many possibilities. My middle-aged eyes and fingers, however, were tired and numb. And my social battery needed recharging.