Is this it now? Am I healing? For the last few weeks my sadness has been pressing on my chest like a physical weight. It actually hurt. But then yesterday and the day before that I started feeling better. Every time I think I’m on the up however, I come crashing down again. I wish there was a simple answer, like THIS is the thing that’s making you feel bad. Fix it and all will be well! If only.
Will it all be for naught once my monthly arrives again? (They seem to be getting worse lately, I’ll have to speak to the doctor about that). Will my cravings, which have subsided a bit over the last few days, come back with a vengeance? I have to carry on as if they won’t, because the only way is forward.
I know I’m on the up because I’ve been tidier and more organised, and I’ve been creative without feeling like a bag of poo. I started a little project last week and loved it at the start. Then I lost my way and almost gave up completely, until yesterday when I decided to give it another shot. I kept looking at it thinking ‘I can’t do it, everything I do is rubbish’.
What happened was that I wound up having a fabulous art session. I put a film on Netflix to have on in the background but hardly looked up. I spent three hours in the end, fixing what I wasn’t happy with, trying something different for the bits that weren’t working out. I’m delighted with the end result and can’t wait to share it with you, but it has to reach the recipient first. It won’t be long I promise.
I think what changed is that, although it was always intended to be given to someone, I stopped thinking that way and did it for the joy of it, for the process, rather than thinking it had to be perfect. It’s far from perfect, but I still love it.
Petrie the little blue house guest has now gone home after causing havoc. Just after the above picture was taken she stole my earring out of my ear and wouldn’t give it back. How she even did it I have no idea, because I find them quite difficult to get out! Then it disappeared and I was terrified, thinking she’d swallowed it, but luckily I found it under the newspaper in her cage. Phew! I put the earring back in and didn’t think anything of it until I took it out to clean.
The little cow! Please excuse the state of my fingers by the way, I got clothes dye on them. I’ve decided to keep my mullered earring because firstly they’re so small you can’t tell unless you look really closely, and secondly I think it’s super adorable to go around with her little beak imprints. I just love her, even if she is a bloody menace.
Bird time goes especially well with journaling, which I’ve got right back into in a major way. Pea is hardly ever quiet but when we’re sitting together with me working on my bits and bobs she’s good as gold. I’ve been using my bullet journal more like a traditional diary but also adding little ten-minute sketches, to illustrate something out of my day. Such as when Petrie visited…
And when a colleague handed me a dead moth at work…
I actually love how it’s just accepted now that I’m a bit odd, and that when someone finds a dead thing they’ll bring to to me because they know I’ll be interested.
Poor headless elephant hawk moth. On this occasion it isn’t as weird as it seems. A work friend has recently got a tattoo so I sent him a picture of my brother’s tattoo of this moth. He had no idea something like that could be found in the UK, then lo and behold one turns up at work a few days later! How cool would it be to see a live one though. Of course I took it home to show my little bro, adding it to the list of other insects I’ve rescued from work, including the live ladybird that I released into our front garden.
Right now I have to crack on because I have an important delivery coming tomorrow -a hideous 70’s wall unit that I have big renovation plans for. It’s going to be AWESOME. Plus it was only £20 from the charity shop. I just need to move everything around first to accommodate it!
Thanks for reading,