Good afternoon! I'm feeling great today. Great great great. I'm feeling fresh and renewed and ready for some loose leaf tea and maybe a tiny New Girl marathon on Netflix while the kids have their afternoon snooze. Who's with me?
Yesterday evening we headed out for an impromptu picnic at the park for supper, and it was just the most wonderful time. The weather was beautiful, the kids had a blast on the playground, and our expectations were so low that it actually worked out pretty well. Matt and I have a tendency to overplan things, and then when we finally do them, they don't meet our expectations, or don't go according to plan, and disappoint us. We've learned that spontaneity is the key to happiness for us, so most of the time we're just flying by the seat of our pants. And this was one of those times where it really worked out beautifully.
I can't stop overthinking this new quilt I want to make, though. There's the overplanning kicking in. I just keep browsing patterns online and going back and forth between what I think I want to do, and then I get close to cutting the fabric and I choke. This is a very real, very active metaphor for how little I believe in myself, how critical I am of myself, and it's so blaringly obvious. I want my insides to heal so I can develop a little follow-through in my life. On big projects. I've got the follow-through covered on the little things (macrame hanging planters, starting my garden from seed indoors, painting walls, trying new recipes) but things you can't go back from? Irreversible things? Gah. I do not have a little faith in me. I have no faith in me. Come on, Holly. Get it together. Cut that fabric. What's the worst that could happen?
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