The post Thanksgiving blues have left me feeling stuffed like a turkey.
And not just physically, but emotionally and creatively. I fill myself with so many good things, food, literature, blogs, Pinterest pins, Facebook and they all taste lovely on the way in. But afterwards I feel sluggish, lazy, and gluttonous. I have the nagging thought that I am consuming but not creating. I am out of balance, out of whack. The truth is I'm not so good at follow-through. Moderation is not my strong suit. The fear of failure keeps me forever in the planning stage. I get stuck.
And then my sanity was restored in the most unexpected way. A gifted birthday craft tucked away for a rainy day was discovered by eager little hands. After a mighty tornado of glitter whipped through our kitchen, landing on everything in sight, a completed project sat before us. Eleanora beamed with pride and so did I. I was reminded how good it feels to use my mind and hands to create, not just devour. To contribute and not only consume.
I am inspired to unearth my knitting basket from the attic, try my hand at that modern cross stitch pattern, make a few more homemade gifts this year, and maybe even show some love to this poor neglected blog of mine. And if I am in need of further inspiration, all I need to do is peer closely at Ben's beard for the stubborn traces of glitter still plaguing him a week post-tornado. The joy that brings me is enough to make me want to roll my sleeves up and dig in all over again.
And then my sanity was restored in the most unexpected way. A gifted birthday craft tucked away for a rainy day was discovered by eager little hands. After a mighty tornado of glitter whipped through our kitchen, landing on everything in sight, a completed project sat before us. Eleanora beamed with pride and so did I. I was reminded how good it feels to use my mind and hands to create, not just devour. To contribute and not only consume.
I am inspired to unearth my knitting basket from the attic, try my hand at that modern cross stitch pattern, make a few more homemade gifts this year, and maybe even show some love to this poor neglected blog of mine. And if I am in need of further inspiration, all I need to do is peer closely at Ben's beard for the stubborn traces of glitter still plaguing him a week post-tornado. The joy that brings me is enough to make me want to roll my sleeves up and dig in all over again.
