Yesterday was a tough day for me. I had Big plans for accomplishing things in the sewing room. I thought I would start with my December (National Quilt Museum) block- that out of the way would * jump start* me onto Christmas projects.
the block — (1) 12” block— took me over 4 hours and I wound up with 14 left over components. How the heck does that happen??? I was so discouraged, depressed, overwhelmed….but I kept trying to ( power through) I laid out the 12 blocks- was unhappy with a couple of them- gathered them all up and went back to my room- looking at the mess I had created.
i gathered all the pieces, scraps that were kept together for the whole year, ironed everything, trimmed/ cleaned up pieces folded, made a stack to put into the next scrap box I send away, put everything else away and walked away. By the time Jeff got home I was so depressed I couldn’t talk- spent an hour sobbing- feeling like such a failure- feeling like it’s never going to get better. My hubby is so understanding, caring and truly at a loss with me. He tries to still encourage me and remind me to not set high expectations, things take longer than they used to- I am much more * scattered* since the TBI,
I try to accept it but at the same time….it’s been 2 years!
He tells me if it doesn’t make me happy anymore it’s ok to let it go ( But- I still have a stack of quilt tops that have to be finished- I still have obligations to fulfill) . And everything takes so doggone long.
i know, one thing at a time, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes- turn on my music and enjoy the process. Today is a new day and my room is cleaned up from yesterdays disaster.
sorry for ( spilling my guts) but, thank you for being here….
Last edited by ckcowl; 12-09-2021 at 04:39 AM.