The ice and snow are melting but there are still little patchwork spots of white in backyards and rooftops. It's been a strange start to a new year but a magical one. I've been holed up at home except for the two days I was able to get to work and, of course, there had to be the slap of a relapse.
The good thing about being confined to the sofa is I can think and plan for the upcoming year. My biggest challenge is not planning too much; you know, trying to conquer the world by August. I have a nasty habit of trying to cram all my plans and goals into a workable plan between January and July. Very industrious of me but not practical. Still, it's fun to see what's sprouting in my winter garden.
Before the New Year and the snow and the Fibro/M.E. relapse I was able to finish two new stitching patterns. These are much larger than anything I've attempted before and they are proving a bit cumbersome with my usual, normal sized embroidery hoops. Still, I enjoy the challenge of sewing them and figuring out the color scheme along the way.
Now I'm beside the radiator, draped in a heated blanket listening to the ice drip off the roof in tiny rivers. The sun is shining but there's rain in the forecast starting tomorrow. That could explain the aches and pains that crept up on me overnight. Ah well, that's why we have the heated blanket, right?
Here's to also spending some time culling those plans I mulled over the past few days and bringing some semblance of order to them. Most importantly, however, is the hope that I'm able to really hone in on what needs to be done and sift it away from what I wish I could do. Clarity, that's my wish for you today. Clarity of purpose and of vision.
Here's to a splendid New Year!
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