I've been avoiding screens (& people, too), feeling they were adding to the stress. When I'm anxious, worried, scared, overwhelmed... I tend to turn away from everything, and lean towards shutting down. Self protection. Looking for a shell to crawl into. But pretending that I have one doesn't seem to be serving me. So, I'm going to try to keep going out loud here, and drifting and reaching back into the worlds of others. Here I go...
Much of the days are spent stitching on the "Story" blanket. I could be doing a neater job, taking time and care. But, I'm not. Seams of the two sides were eye-ball lined up- iffy at best. Spilled tea on it, probably a little wine, too. Just going. If I stop to get it right, it may all screech to a halt. So, I don't look back.
Stitching in whatever direction it gets picked up in, whatever I feel like doing. There are no rules other than going. The needle is too long. Moving the few safety pins that I could find to hold ("baste") the layers together as I go. Managing only what is in my lap, not the big picture.
