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On the Upside

My inner child has been crying a lot this month, but things are finally starting to calm down. Tomorrow is my guy's birthday, which is always fun for me. There is only a little over two weeks left before December 26th arrives, for which I have to think up a goofy name. Happiest Day of the Year tops the list. Then in just under three weeks New Year's will arrive, and I can start on my first calendar quilted tote. I'm really excited about this annual project.

While I've been coping with the bad luck and downs of the holidays my work on the granny stitch rectangle throw has really helped me get my hands, my head and my heart in good places. I'm out of the splint now and my sprained finger is much better, thanks to the physical therapy aspect. I know the throw probably looks ugly to everyone else but I love the un-Christmasy colors, and I'm proud of myself for finally figuring out this pattern.

Above all I'm glad that I didn't give up on making something in December. It's been very hard to focus on keeping my spirits up, especially when I'm in pain and I get nothing but bad news, but the act of creation is soothing to me. It's certainly better than any drug I could take.

Let's keep our spirits high and our hands busy, because that makes the inner child smile. Smiling when you feel like crying is tough, but when you're valiant you inspire others to do the same, and that's all that matters.

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