These are the dog days of winter. It's cold and dreary. This is not making for good mood weather. I've been chugging vitamin D like there's no tomorrow.
It will soon be a month since Wendy's death. It feels longer, probably because I have not seen her or spoken with her since last year. Carla must be feeling the brunt of it much more. I sometimes think that someone dying far away, although it dulls the pain a bit, robs us of the ability to move on. You don't feel the loss as much immediately, but it's something that goes on longer. It's almost like you are fooled into thinking that person is still there. It was the same for me when my grandmother died. My life did not really change but every time I thought about it, it seemed like it was a fresh loss. Being able to visit her grave in August helped with that a bit. Standing over a grave really brings home the fact that the person is gone.
Major changes happening at work. Not necessarily for the better, either. But, oh, well. It will be something new. Who would have thought that I would be an Originator, someone who welcomes change. Just as I never would have thought I'd be a leader. Not that I occupy a leadership position now. Maybe that is why it gets me so mad when people ride my coat tails.
I think I am going to abandon my jewellery making efforts. I don't have the heart for it. It will never be a business and I don't have the strength to keep trying to make it one. The people I give my jewellery to don't wear it, so I feel like I'm the crazy crochet girl who gives people homemade things they don't want. Not that I'm knocking crochet stuff. I crochet with the best of them. I just crochet for myself.
So basically, having a full-on mid-life crisis. Too bad I don't have the money for a Ferrari. Not that I want one. I want a Subaru Impreza. Yeah, I know, sexy.