Why are we so hard on ourselves? It isn't just me, right? I was telling a friend about some things that I am struggling with and I was so worried about what the reaction would be. I didn't get shunned or shamed. I got feelings of concern and helplessness. Later on in the day I was thinking about it and this came to mind:
if someone came to me with that, what would I do? I wouldn't run away. I would be sad for their pain and happy that they came to me. I would offer to be there for them in whatever way I could. I wouldn't think they were unworthy of my love or care. I wouldn't think they were an awful person or a lost cause. I would not reject them or end our relationship. So why do I think someone would do that to me?
I am trying to answer that last question. Is it because I don't trust people or because I don't think very highly of myself? Maybe a combination of the two? No matter what the answer is, it is no wonder life gets hard sometimes; there is no love.
*Complete change of subject* (I like that I can do this in my blog- I can barely manage to write effective transitions for school)
Here is my collection of sewing class projects:
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| Infinity scarf, zippered pouch, zippered pillow case, fringe edge napkins |
My favourite project to date? I like them all. The infinity scarf gave me a lot of trouble because I was sewing based on the pattern but I didn't cut based on the pattern. It still functions but it isn't very voluminous. It wasn't a good moment for me but I have enough fabric to make it again if I want and I learned my lesson. The blue pouch was the one I was most excited to make because I can never find a zippered pouch in a fabric that I like. It is very likely that I will make that again on my own. Doing these classes have shown me how much I have changed in the last five (or so) years. In the past I would have gone crazy trying to get it perfect. Now I try to do it and if I make a mistake I might try to fix it or I might just try to make it work.
That's all. Thank you for reading!
