It takes me two weeks to prepare and clean up from the Open Houses. On Wednesday I started to feel strange, like I had been away from my work for too long. It was a mix of neurotic worrying that I might not be able to work again and a feeling of not being grounded.
I need to do my work. It’s a source of my identity and internal stability. It’s what I do.
Just a few minutes ago I plugged my foot pedal into my sewing machine and before closing the door for the day, I looked around my studio. It’s all ready for me to come to work on Tuesday morning. I thanked it, put my hands to my heart and bowed slightly.
It feels like my world is right again.