A STITCH IN TIME

November 11, 2018  9:00 am

What I love about mornings is that it is a new day, a new page and another chance at a new beginning. I’m so prone at falling into the same rabbit hole. I thought I better return to my daily mumble jumbles. That way I can trace my way back to how I keep waking up in the same hole all the time. I can’t tell directions worth a damn but I don’t seem to need a GPS to Alice’s rabbit hole. Maybe I need to leave little signs of “Been Here” “DONE THAT’ so I can take a different route.

It’s Remembrance Day. It’s 100 years since the end of WW1. It’s a wonder to me to think of it, the number of young men who died in the line of duty. I have no adequate words to describe so I will not. It is fitting that we observe the 11th hour with a period of silence as a tribute.

2:14 pm

Mornings are definitely my happy times. By now I’m a little down in the mouth. It’s good to tap out the negative and put a little sunshine in myself. No sense in carrying the gloom around. I will put in 15 minute blocks of doing something instead of wool gathering and dwelling on all the bad stuff. I could dust and clear my desk for 15 minutes and move on to 15 minutes of cross stitching Jesus. And so on and forth. It’s enough to think of two things at a time.

November 12, 2018  10:32 am

Mornings are my best bet but I have to be carefeul that I don’t scroll it away through other people’s lives and the toxic wastes of world politics online. I have to give myself a firm scolding that it’s enough after an hour. Then it’s time to deal with the realities of tending to my own life. Yesterday’s assignment of 15 minutes of clearing and dusting my desk was successful. I have a dust free desktop. It still has a lot of stuff on it. That’s for another 15 minutes this afternoon. As for the cross stitching, I found I could stitch more than I thought possible in 15 minutes. A stitch in time does save nine.

So that’s it for now. I have no earth shattering insights but one observation. I found my thoughts rushing towards the 15 minutes. It’s so short. I have to hurry up, hurry up and do. It was much like taking Sheba to the doggy wash that charges by the minute. I was rushing and rushing. The clock was ticking in my head.  There really is no way to washing a dog fast without getting myself totally soaked and sudsy along with her. I’ve learned to slow my thoughts and rushing, the cost be damned. I reminded myself yesterday that I’m not being charged. It’s my own time, at my own speed.

 

 

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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2 Responses to A STITCH IN TIME

  1. atkokosplace says:

    It’s so important to take a slow down. Life goes by so darn fast…I try reminding myself to take a slow down. Happiness to you. 🙂

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