In the midst of stress, I can get bogged down in worry about messes created by bullies. Rather than stoop, I like to take a moment to take account of my life and this almost always leads to sending random cards and gifts to those to whom I am grateful.
This particular funk this year has me deeply thinking about the way I want to live my life. And, of course, most often bullies highlight for me the ways I (don’t) want to interact with others. This has now started to come out in my impulsive stitchery. Last week it was gratitude and now…
Sorry for the departure from the potty-mouthed, snarky works I normally indulge in. That’ll be back soon. Maybe.
Have a great week!