Today was hard. I felt easily bruised, easily offended. One of those days where being a grown up and choosing not to take my toys and go home was hard. I have a pit of anxiety that I can’t quite place. And I am oh so hungry.
I have learned in my baby-steps meditation practice to expand the feeling around anxiety. Don’t dig in, but notice it generally, as if from across the room. I am trying to do that with my anxiety and my hunger. Notice, but don’t fall in.
I am working on having touchstones – everyday activities that can ground me. Tonight I exercised, sewed, and now am blogging. I think those transform my evenings from eating or thinking about eating to something else. I don’t feel exhausted and ashamed right now.
I made this block during my hour of sewing today. A fairly wonky thistle. I made every mistake – put the green strips wrong side up, sewed the leaves upside down and then backwards. When I got everything facing the right direction with the right side of the fabric, I called it. A little bit wonky, but done. There is a metaphor there that I can’t find right now.
Talk to you tomorrow.