My last post was such a downer I figured I’d start the week on a brigher note. For the first time in months, I’ve spent time this weekend doing two things that I LOVE to do, but haven’t done much, if at all, these past couple of months. I broke out my sewing machine this weekend and did two simple projects, two different baby blankets that I’ve had the material for months sitting around here. Both are gifts, one for a baby born in December and one early January. I’m a bit behind. But, wow, did it feel good just to do those two simple blankets (and pin together a third). It was more just exciting that I wanted to do it. I haven’t had any desire to do anything related to sewing these past few months, so I take that as a sign of improvement.
The second thing I did this weekend was just read for pleasure. I love to read. Love isn’t a strong enough word to describe how much I love reading. I am a voracious reader, fiction, non-fiction, children’s books, you name it, I will probably read. I’ve been lucky enough to be a natural speed reader too, and I usually just fly through books. These past few months though, I haven’t even wanted to read fluff books or magazines. When I really started to worry about myself, it was the fact I didn’t want to read that was one of the big neon signs pointing to the fact there was a real problem. It was just too much work to think, to focus on the words, more that what I already had to do at work. Reading for pleasure and fun went out the window. But over this past week I started reading a sappy romance, just a chapter or so each night before bed. I finished that one up this weekend, started and finished another, and I’m going to start a third before bed tonight.
It really just feels so good to start doin some of my normal things again. Not to the extent that I normally would have over a weekend such as this, but like I said, small victories, and signs of hope.