A staple of my latest schtick, for anyone who will stick around for my stand-up, is pondering whether my current love of life is genuine or a result of my anti-depressant. I am not sure why it matters, good is good. I am going with it.
Yesterday was my 42nd birthday. And it was fabulous. I visited the museum, had a great dinner, and mastered French Knots. The latter may seem trivial, but it isn’t.
I have a baby quilt list that is very long (4!). I need to get cracking on that, but I am transfixed with this weird embroidery project I have started. I had one vision when I began, but it morphs as I work on it. Right now I am striving for an abstract representation of Missouri Spring. Lots of greens, lots of scrubbiness, a river, some purple trees. It is transfixing me right now.
Lots more to talk about as I get back into the swing of blogging. I got accepted as a Museum Guide at the Nelson-Atkins, I have been trying to learn to meditate, to get behind the waterfall of my thoughts, and I am plotting all kinds of new quilts (in addition to those 4 baby quilts). More on all of that later.
It is spring in Missouri. Blue skies (and Lexapro) ahead.
One thought on “42 and Rambling”
Having been on antidepressants for over 20 years, I say genuine is what you feel, not how you got there. The important thing is joie de vivre! And French knots!