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Self-Care

I'm not having a great month. We got sick at the end of August, which lasted for almost three weeks. Once we finally recovered I tried to get on with my late summer/early fall projects, which has not gone as well as I'd hoped. I don't like depending on others when I'm trying to accomplish major goals, and this month illustrates why. I was obliged to depend on someone else for guidance with one large project this month, but instead I got ignored and that derailed everything. Since I was doing all the work for that other person, that stung quite a bit, but I've let it go.

In pursuit of the personal happiness I really need after all the drama, I've been working on reading A History of Food by Maguelonne Toussaint-Samat; it's an English translation that is a little clunky in places because the translator didn't correctly interpret the French, but the meaning still comes through. I love learning about the many ways the foods we eat evolved since ancient times.

I'm also rewatching (for the second time) the Chinese romantic drama Love Me, Love My Voice because I find it soothing and heart-warming, which I also need.

As my hands are a mess at the moment I am not getting a lot done creatively other than mini-quilts this month, but I am hand-quilting the Halloween quilt to work out the stiffness and trigger finger-induced partial paralysis, and it seems to be helping a little. After this quilt I will likely crochet another blanket to get in some addition physical therapy.

I am writing this little self-pity party on 9/16, which means I'm nine days ahead on pre-published posts for the blog. Now I have to stop or double-post for two days to get my pre-posting back to where I'm only a week ahead. I think stress makes me write more, but maybe that's a method of self-care, too. :)

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