Our family loves the movie What About Bob? One of the best things about the story is that Bob becomes "cured" by Dr. Marvin's new book, Baby Steps, without ever even cracking the cover. The title alone was sufficient for Bob. So much for all of the research, writing, editing, etc, that went into the actual text. It's hilarious. And a little bit understandable.
Baby steps. Sometimes small things, small pieces of progress, are the best we can do. And I feel like I'm getting a crash course in coming to terms with the best I can do. It's about patience, acceptance, and ultimately grace. The things I am learning could be the topic of a whole other post. Maybe several. Maybe I'll get to it, and maybe I won't.
For now, I am trying to ease myself back into the flow of life, out from this little eddy I've been drifting in for the past several months. It has been shocking how physical this grieving has been for me. The emotional I expected. But to not be able to make myself do even the things I wanted desperately to be doing, that was a surprise. I'm trying to overcome this. And today, I had a little break-through. I sewed.
It may sound silly. But I love to sew. I love to create. I had little time while care-giving my mother to sew and create as much as I'd wanted to. It was literally the month before my mom came to live with us that Larry had cleared out an art space for me, which meant that I had separate rooms for art and for sewing. It was such a kind, thoughtful gift, and I never really made much use of it. Well, I'm back to one room now, and that is just fine.
One of the first things I wanted to get back to doing after my mom passed was creating art and sewing. I have a long list of projects to finish, to begin. At night, it always sounds like a great thing to do in the morning. Come morning, however, I can't bring myself to get in there and get started. Last night I took advantage of an energy spurt and folded some sheets and towels that have been sitting since the funeral, and this morning I woke up, made lunches, and sewed.
4 fishy comments:
Welcome back! Missed your voice. Love the dish mat! Keep creating. It's a great salve.
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I'm so sorry about your mother. That must be very difficult. Definitely immersing yourself in a forgotten hobby can be part of your healing process.
I enjoy your phrase: "Coming to terms with the best I can do". So often we look at what we have done and wonder if that is all we are capable of. It looks like you are expanding your creativity which may be an avenue towards healing. Wishing you the best of skill in taking the steps (no matter how small) to get those projects completed.
<3 You are an amazing woman, even if you don't feel that way. Life is full of all sorts of stages, some that we expect and some that we don't. I'm glad you can be feeling more yourself again. :)
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