Sew annoying!

Had to buy fabric for a procession and I ended up with one that frays to billy-o. I'm at the sewing machine. Me. Who hasn't touched one in years. But turns out it is like riding a bike. I filled a bobbin like a pro!
Hours of work for minutes of use. These are the stresses that have the potential to push me over the anxiety edge.

Just two and a half more days - then I can pick up the pieces and start to make them whole again.

It's beginning to feel a bit like Christmas......la,la,la,la,la......

First Sunday of Advent - I'm singing tonight and all the Advent music has come out. Four weeks of waiting. Four weeks of hoping. Now we can have expectation and excitement for the season. Preparing for the true reason for the season.

Up until this moment (for the last two weeks), I have been an enormous bah humbug about Christmas. There are so many things that are just wrong about what Christmas has become....but that is for a post all of its own.

Shopping for my Secret Santa has shone a little light back on the "season for giving" for me - but that's because it is in secret and its exciting and it will make someone feel special without them knowing its me.

I also know that I only have to drag my body through one more week - four and a half days. I can do that! I'm in charge of three events in that time - but I still have a sense of 'I can do that!' and that's all I need.

One, Two skip a few.....

I've already missed days! Just haven't felt inspired to write. Once again it's all about my setting too high standards for myself to reach. So that voice is saying - you've got to make it funny, you've got to be witty etc and then I end up doing nothing. The funny thing is that I'm imaging an audience reading this and wanting to come back when the reality is probably there is no audience at all and therefore no followers! Why do I always want more from others and myself?

Body says "I stop now. You bad driver."

My body doesn't want to go anymore.
Just resting my arms on the laptop makes them sore.
Fibromyalgia can be the pits.
Fingers ache, gives me the shits.
Running on adrenalin ain't real good.
Systems don't work as they should.
When the hormones crash you feel a wreck
When it's happened for years you're a bloody mess.
So my body says "Stop. You treat me bad -
I work no more. Hands off the keypad."

OK.....I hear you....

Some needles please

I have just had my third session of acupuncture and feel soooooo much better. Less stressed. Less angry. Less feeling like my molecules are vibrating.
Amazing what those little needles can do (of course there's lots to do with the skills and intuativeness of AJ my natural therapist).
Part of the success is the time I spend lying still, candle light, beautiful music. Deep breathing........relaxing my muscles......acknowledging my thoughts and then letting them go. - I am learning something from my meditation course.
Looking forward to a good night's sleep. Please.

It's a start

I can truly be classified as a tryer. I give so many things a go. Unfortunately, quite often, the notion of trying isn't one of seeing things through to the end - particularly if there isn't an end date.
I'm trying blogging. I'll be giving it a good go - maybe this will be the thing that holds me and my motivation will surprisingly keep manifesting. Who knows?