I sometimes hate being myself, I sometimes feel like salt water taffy, being pulled in half a dozen directions simultaneously. I hate feeling like the only one that gets anything done, I hate being the motivating force for everything....if I'm not right on top of things, nothing gets done. Is it that no one wants the responsibility? Is it that they're just too damn lazy to get up and do for themselves? Is it that I have made them dependent upon me and now the bill has come due? I have done that, somewhere back in the past, I guess it seemed to be a good idea. Now that it's that way all the time, I am hating the whole concept. I'm older and more tired, and feel so much like something is missing from my life. I think my quilling is about the only thing these days keeping me anchored. Have you seen it?
It gives me such pleasure and I'm so glad that years back I made the decision to walk down this path. I know somewhere out there is a niche for me, all I need to do is find someone that loves it as much as me.
Well, as I am often aught to say, either get busy livin', or get busy dyin'. Our lives are what we make them, so only I can change what goes on with me. Time to start saying no once in a while. I can't be everything, I can just be me.
In fact I know that garage is anything but cosy. It is freezing. But it is your haven. Why are there no magic wands to be had? Why cannot there be some magic formula to take away all cares?
ReplyDeleteAll the beauty of your soul comes out thru your quilling so please don't despair.