Writers think in terms of chapters. Crafters--in terms of projects. As a person who is both, my memories and my lessons are packaged in what I imagine are kraft boxes wrapped in raffia, sometimes a year at a time, or a duty station at a time.
For the most part, I try not to delve into these boxes. It could be my coping mechanism, my goal to remain positive. To keep moving forward. Sure, I'm nostalgic, and obviously, by authoring a blog, I value the before. But I like to push through the seconds, to aspire of a better next minute. Not to wish, but to, truly, act.
Just recently, I went on a couple of trips. One on my own (I know, right?), and then with Hubby (ALONE). With both trips, I was forced backwards. One to a place I just came from, and then another, to a fleeting moment in time when my dreams were just my own. The ribbons unlaced and the tops of boxes flew open, and with it, the comfort of old friends, forgotten learned lessons, and a rekindling of goals and dreams.
And with it came sudden clarity.
It's very easy to get to so jumbled up in the dailies, isn't it? What begins as a short swim in the ocean can end with one being far from the shore. Waves of what we think are keeping us within sight of our inner aspirations actually begin to take us away. It might be people, or responsibilites. They become over-distractions. When that moment of clarity comes, when we evaluate where we are internally, it's an eye-opener.
This is a stich I just finished. Obviously, it is October--I'm a little behind. Today, sparked again by this feeling of being pulled away from what I know to be just distractions, I decided to finish it. My fingers worked quickly, and I imagined each poke of the needle a word of promise to keep my prioties in check:
To love on my family like mad. To mean what I say and do what I ought to. To save the rest of my heart to only those who do the same.
It's sitting next to me now, and I'm proud of it. I'm proud I finished something that mattered to me. Something that is a product of my heart that will someday hang on my wall, and figuratively, free of strings and burdens. As I catch up on this stitch-a-long, I hope to keep my priorities straight, to direct my energies to people and work who are positive, where the product is valuable, and the emotions easy.
How's that for an overdue blog post? I hope your dailies have been smooth sailing, and you have been crafting or writing your heart out. It's good for the soul.