I am currently helping a family member out by making aprons for her new business. I will be paid for my endeavor, so I don't want to screw things up. If I was sewing for myself, I wouldn't care so much, it would be almost peaceful if I was. But I am at a point where I know I will screw it up, royally. And because of this, I don't want to proceed. Have you ever been to this point in a project, where you were paralyzed by fear? I really want to get these things knocked out, so I can move on to other things, like my kitchen. But I am worried, which I hate. Maybe I can move on to another apron and come back to this one. That might be the best idea.
Some one asked why the pity party, of the other day, well it was just a few small things that all rolled together. Thinking people don't like me, thinking I am a slob, thinking I need to be more motivated. But I am doing better. I am staying busy. Also I was asked if I was on a antidepressant, nope, not at this time. I was once a long time ago, after a divorce, I was a mess, so I went on prozac for a few months, it was nice, you were just happy, all the time happy, but I didn't need it after a while. I am sure I have needed it in other times in my life, but I haven't had the desire to find a way to get them again. I have found working out, getting enough sleep, and eating right seems to really help. But I am not what you would call several depressed. So like they say, don't take my word for it, talk to your dr about it, well maybe a mental health professional, because a lot of dr's just don't know enough about mental health to truly diagnose any problems.
I better get going, I need to figure out what is for dinner. Yippie, dinner.
