Back in mid-September I had a lot going on, including plenty of arthritis flare-ups, so my progress on hand-quilting my one-pound challenge quilt was pretty slow. For the first time since I began quilting I didn't care, and I didn't want to set aside the project to do something faster. Working this year on embracing my limitations has really helped adjust my mindset to a healthier/happier level.
I'm also realizing why some older people are the way they generally are (depressed, quarrelsome, always in a hurry, downright rude to youngsters but expecting to be catered to by everyone.) It's easy to become dispirited and fearful in the final stage of your life.
I don't want to squander what time I have left on making myself or others miserable. I already know I'm lucky to wake up every morning. This time of my life has been the most painful, and yet also the happiest. I can do what I want now for the most part, and I don't have to take care of anyone but myself and my guy, so why would I let anything spoil that?
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