Maybe I should count my blessings in that respect, but I can't help feeling that amid the chaos of this year I have lived by knee jerk reactions, reactions that have led to me give up the things that add value to my life, in favour of the things that cause me the most anxiety. Is that middle age?
Well, what's done is done, and over the last few weeks I have been thinking about living a little differently. Taking things slower, pausing to consider before making decisions, big or small. Living in a way that may, possibly, add some purpose and value to the creative oases in my busy week.
( Is that the plural of oasis? Or has my poor spelling just conjured something green to stick flowers in, I'm not sure.)
I really don't know why I didn't do this before, but I'm going to register as self employed (no messing about just in case,) and open up a Folksy shop as an outlet for the things I create. No pressure, when I go through a manic bag making phase, or overdo the lap quilts, I will list them to sell. I've got no hopes or expectations for this venture, I'm not going to say hopefully it will mean this, or by next summer that. It just is what it is, and it makes me feel, well, a little more hopeful. Of course, that could also just be indigestion.
Merry Christmas xxx