I see a lot of people post on social media these days about ‘adulting’.  While I abhor that word, I’m not even sure it really is a word, I completely comprehend the sentiment.  There is the list of things that I really want to be doing, and then there’s the list of things that I ought to be doing.  If you have an avocation, like I do in quilting, then there’s a list of things in between that is things that I like that I ought to be doing but still get passed over for the list of responsible adult activities.  This blog somehow often falls into that category.  No matter how good my intentions are to write and share on a regular basis, life manages to show up like an octopus and wrangle me into the depths and it never happens.

I have now, at least, reset my password, and am putting some words on to paper.  I have this grand plan to install WordPress on my iPad so that I may write from anywhere.  I have this wonderful fantasy of sitting at a little cafe in Rome, Italy, sipping an espresso and typing away on my blog.  It’s much more likely to be me sitting at a Sonic in Rhome, Texas, sipping on a diet limeaide and typing away on my blog but both have their own appeal.  I will get there; as my sister often says, it’s a process.

At least I’m sewing again.  I have gotten things together enough and my health has stabilized enough that I am sewing again and enjoying it again.  That’s a beautiful thing.  For a while I was really worried that I would not be able to get back to the hobby that I have loved so well for over 25 years.  I need to get pictures and get things posted, but that’s another day.  After more adulting.

 

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May 24, 2017

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