Much was accomplished last week, but my accomplishments were not in the line of sewing. At one point I was, indeed, obsessed with knitting. But my jacket will wait.
But mostly I just needed to reclaim my life. I had time, but I also had too many projects sitting incomplete. There were too many piles of dirt and wiring and lumber tracked in by too many men, too many stacks of materials, too many of our own things that had been displaced. Too much time was wasted shifting things and finding things that had been shifted and made unavailable in the hopes that the job would have been completed long ago. Life seemed out of my control and I, as a result, felt in the thrall of the men in heavy boots. No more. We have been organized, and cleaned. Space has been reclaimed and along with it, time has been reclaimed as well.
I also managed to get out in the yard and clean out the flower beds, dig up the dahlias, and callas and put everything to rest for the winter. I was late. This should have all occurred in October, that month that is best stricken from memory, but I am happy to have the work over and no longer hanging over my head. My tulips have been planted, later than they should have been, and only time will tell if this will work or not, but now my mind is clear and I can embrace the future and whatever projects catch my fancy, even sewing projects.
It is 6:30 on a Monday. I am home from the gym. Dinner still needs to be made and there is still a pile of work on my desk to be completed, probably at least 2 hours worth, but I am no longer oppressed by "that which has not been done." I may not be sewing this evening, but the possibilities are once again endless and my time is my own to control as I see fit. My time is full of possibilities. Whether I knit or sew, I know in my heart that all is possible.