So, I just happened to glance up at my blog name and header. If you ask me (go ahead, ask), how long its been since I’ve sat at my sewing machine, I would tell you that I am there quite frequently. When I glance back at the past two years’ posts, I’ve written nothing about quilting. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even posted on the subject in at least four years! Yes, I am still the hobby quilter I’ve proclaimed myself to be, but I’ve turned into more of a sporadic quilter. Another thing I’ve noticed and may have written about eons ago, is that quite a ridiculous amount of unfinished quilts are lying about around here. I think I’m up to twelve or one or two more than that, which is definitely more than I’ve ever written or spoken about. I could use some help getting those to completion.
Sometimes, I think that I would benefit greatly from a life coach. But not just the type that I would visit once a week or so, but more like the type of coach who could be here to accompany me all day and she would carry a stopwatch and be forever steering me in the right direction. I need to be kept on a short leash (I have dogs so I can’t help but use that phrase). Seriously, my kids are disasters with their personal stuff, and at this moment, there are stacks of clean, folded clothes longing to be put away, but they can’t. The drawers in the kids’ rooms are hideously overstuffed with rumpled up mounds of everything. When I do organize their drawers (at least twice a year), the kids “ooh” and “ahh” for a few days and when the novelty of knowing exactly where everything is wears off, they are back to shoving and turning over and digging to ensure that all of my beautiful folding handiwork is destroyed. A life coach would help me manage my time and my kids’ time properly so we are all on a regular schedule of organizing our clothing and other essentials. I use the term ‘we’ loosely; my kids don’t do shit on their own unless I’m standing over them furiously pointing out what needs to be picked up, thrown out, put away or burned.
A life coach would be with me in my sewing room (which I really love being able to refer to it as such) steering and directing me to stay on track while aiming to finish everything before I start anything new. I try. I plan. I envision what it would be like, but still, I get sidetracked and my creativity conquers all sense of priority and I wind up spending time choosing and cutting up fabric for hours and then spend weeks turning it into something amazing and then, just before I am about to finish it, I get bored with it and set it to the side.
So, I wonder, is anyone reading this crap, and has it been blatantly obvious that I have not written about what I enjoy doing most? I was not even aware of it until this evening. Maybe a lower level of consciousness prevents me from mentioning my embarrassing habit (no, it’s more like a character flaw. Maybe it has become obvious that I should remove the header that reads “A hobby quilters journey with MS,” and replace it with “A persistent un-finisher’s journey with MS.” Maybe.
P.S.–I just proofread this, and I am so pleased that I did not once mention how that fuckin’ disease made me feel today.