Smitty always makes sure I'm awake to see the morning sunrise. He's very thoughtful that way.
As I drove to meet up with Sue for breakfast yesterday, I realized how drained I felt. For one thing, I was still short at least one cup of coffee. No problem there because the restaurant served up plenty. I will say that the server arrived at the table with the first cups and seemed confused about which was which. Sue drinks decaf, and me...I want twice the caffeine. So, I can't say for sure whether I was served up with unleaded or high-test, but either way...I found myself extremely tired yesterday.
Breakfast with Sue was very nice. She brought me some birthday flowers from her garden.
Thanks, dear friend. We hadn't gotten together since last December when we went for a refreshingly cold walk on the day before I broke my shoulder. After breakfast, I got my hair cut and colored, and that went well too. Still, what I wanted most of all was to go home and take a nap. And when I got home, I did just that.
Breakfast was early enough that I'd had no time for slow-stitching. When I woke up from my nap, that was the first thing I did. I'm working my way around the outside of the plate now.
So all of that to say I'm very tired. I can't even say why, except that the beginning of May is always fun and hectic at the same time. We have lots of birthdays, and we're always working at getting the winterkill cleaned up outside. Add in necessary appointments, including PT, and I need a little time to rejuvenate. That said, I've promised myself a sewing day today. I'll probably do the laundry too since it meshes well with a sewing day. It forces me up from the machine at regular intervals, and it gets a necessary task done.
Lately I've done some rethinking about how I "schedule" my work flow in the sewing room. At regular intervals, I start feeling internal pressure to get things done in the same way I did as a working person. As a working person, the pressure was also from external things too. As a retired person, I'm often reminding myself that nobody cares how much I accomplish in a day, and I need to cut myself a break. I won't go into the ins and outs of this except to say, I'm taking a more relaxed approach to my sewing to-do list. Sometimes the voice in my head tells says something along the lines of "What if I die and this isn't finished!?!" And then I remind myself that nobody will care. Undoubtedly, when I die, I will leave behind things that are unfinished, and it will be okay.
So with that in mind, and a designated sewing day ahead, I awakened to a beautiful sunny morning and considered the tragedy of spending such a nice day in the basement. I've been telling myself I want to get back to walking several days a week. I think today is a good day to start, don't you?
So off I go. Slow-stitching, then breakfast, then a walk around the neighborhood. No doubt I'll find more wildflowers in bloom. Let's just all go a little wild today, okay?