We’re getting a cul-de-sac at the end of our street. It’s very curvy and turn-aroundy. I think I like it. So now am I on a dead-end street, or a turn-around? Something has got to turn around here soon, as I am actually on the verge of a nervous breakdown or something. My anxiety level is insane, and those of you who know me know exactly why, but for the rest of you I’ll just say… I’m in over my head… people who I thought I could count on are currently unavailable, and yet many others surprise me with their willingness to be right there with me, being supportive in so many ways.
Strange things to do when your anxiety is out of control: Cut plastic shopping bags into strips, tie the strips together, and knit an ugly bag out of them. Crochet some handles and hang it in the kitchen to hold all the rest of the plastic shopping bags that you have left over. http://crochet.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.marloscrochetcorner.com%2FPlastic%2520Bag%2520tote.html
What’s next??
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0312152906/qid=1114544871/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-9975058-6152158?v=glance&s=books
I know that things will work out soon, and I am trying to resist the urge to hide under the covers in the meanwhile.
I guess this is a turning point of some kind or another, and hopefully not a total dead-end.
. . . . Random thoughts about nothing in particular, executed with alternating fits of bitchiness and/or sentimentality.
1 comment:
Dearest K --
Of course it will all work out. Of course you are well-loved.
I want to see your plastic bag.
I might want you to teach me to knit -- not sure.
The things that are (were) dead end are now over. You're definitly turning around.
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