I had yesterday off work. My last vacation day for 2012. In December, I vaguely looked forward to it but didn't really think about it. I didn't tell people about it because I didn't want them making plans for me. Even Mr. Lina forgot and asked why I was still in my house coat as he was going out the door. I got up with him because I thought it would make for a more productive day.
No so. A few weeks ago, dinner conversation turned to gaming (as it often does with our friends) and I mentioned that
I don't mind spending time playing games. It was my day to do whatever and I knew my whatever was not going to include the rest of the world. I wanted to be alone. What concerns me is the choices I am passively making. I start the day thinking I could finish the Burda dress. I could sort through my closet and pitch excess stuff. I could do the same thing to my sewing room. If the Burda dress didn't feel right, I could start a new project, I could use some new panties or a me-made bra or a palate cleansing Renfrew. If I had said I wanted to spend the day playing video games, that's fine. But I didn't. I turned it on to play while eating breakfast and the next thing I knew I was hungry because it was lunch. I tried to step away, went for a walk around 3pm and went right back to it.
I am hiding in it. I can hide like this in books. I can hide in puzzles and games. I have hid in baking yeast breads. Quite frankly, I can hide in relationships and sex. All of those things are healthy in the right amount, but when they are used to avoid excessively? Not so healthy. That is what has made these thoughts so hard to pin down. This isn't a great time of year for me, but I don't feel sad, I don't feel numb. Sure, my miscarriage has crossed my mind a few times, but not dominating my thoughts by any stretch of the imagination. Actually I've thought more about how happy I was for those few weeks right now. But I know I'm dragging my heels about something and it's not that Burda dress.
I was catching up on my blog reading and Myrna Giesbrecht struck a real chord with me. Read the whole post here (and be in awe of a little girls coat) but this is what hit me over the head:
What I haven't done is write out a how-to list because we all know the how-to steps. They are the same time after time. To lose weight, eat less, exercise more, or both. To improve finances, spend less, earn more, or both. To create an X, Y or Z, sew an X or a Y or a Z. To use up the stash, use up stash. To stop increasing stash, stop buying. To write, sit at the keyboard and write. To pray, pray. To study, study. To make a home, be home making. And so it goes. It's not a lack of information; it's a lack of action.
It's not the lack of information, it's the lack of action.
Damn. Can it get truer than that?
So when I am not being active, the question is why not? Why not take that first step to doing something? What's scary about my sewing room? What's scary about making the choice to eat less (hoo boy the holidays were not made of wise food and alcohol choices, with 3lbs coming off in a day I know some of it is water but not all of what is left to go)? What's so scary about any of these things that I need to hide?
I don't know the answer quite yet, but it's in my head somewhere. It's okay to have a day off and veg, but I've had my share of easy days over the holidays and it's time to get moving again.
In sewing news, I did sew on New Years Eve during the day. Remember the stuffy that I gave as a gift last January? They lost it on Christmas day somewhere between putting her in the car and home. Bed time has not been pleasant in that house since. So I made Fluffy the Second and forgot to document it again. Am I a crappy blogger or what?