Well, I can't say that I've hit a comfortable stride yet, but I am at least moving in the right direction. I am finishing some projects and have avoided starting any new ones. First up was getting the binding on this quilt.
I'm trying to spend time daily in the sewing room, wether organizing or sewing, and I am constantly amazed at how much gets done with just showing up. I am also reminded of the investment of time in these projects. It is so often that I think "I'll just whip that together" and it sits unfinished because I lack the ability to forecast the time involved. I'm getting better by forcing myself to spend the time to complete those projects, even though the intended deadline has passed. And it feels so good when they are d-o-n-e. It sheds new light on wether or not I want to start a new project, too.
With the start of school we have also begun a new soccer season. The weather around here can be spotty, and since we live 1-2 hours from the games sites, our weather doesn't always look like the weather at the fields. Last week, we were experiencing thunderstorms and flash flooding but at the game location 2 hours away, sunny. Being the super prepared woman that I am, I packed beach towels for after the game, bags for muddy cleats, and hand quilting for observing as I watched from the van. I am totally a sidelines mom, unless it's pouring like it was at home. We drove for an hour and had stopped to get food when I realized that this super prepared mom had completely forgotten her purse! No cash, no credit, no ID, no insurance, nothing, nothing but enough gas to get us to game and home. What to do? What to do? As we travelled on, munching on almonds, hoping it will carry them through the game, I realized that I would be very close to a quilt shop and I just might know someone there. Heaven smiled down and I found a friend. With the biggest smile and warmest heart, she handed me cash and suggested I write my phone number on my arm in case of emergency. Who does that anymore? Oh yeah, middle aged, forgetful, over prepared and desperate women facing 2 more hours of driving in these storms. Moments later, we've had a snack and get word that the game has been cancelled. We turn around and head home, back through the storms that have followed us here. Eventually we emerge the other side and see the most beautiful, full arching rainbow, with a faint double on the outside.
The next time I hear myself thinking how prepared I am, I will stop and thoroughly question that thought. God's amazing grace of friends in distant places is as precious as a rainbow after a storm. Thank you, Carol!