I turned off the news, put on Selected Shorts and sorted my scraps into piles.
There are so many podcasts I can listen to, but I still find comfort in hearing short stories read out loud, as I did over twenty-five years ago when I first moved upstate and missed being close to what was familiar to me.
As the piles of fabric dwindled, they slowly became potholders.
I was going to work on the quilt that came from the scraps, but I had the urge to use up as much fabric as possible before putting them back in my scrap bin.
It gives me a great sense of accomplishment to have my floor covered in potholders and a scrap bin with few pieces of fabric in it.
Around 4:30 after feeding the animals, I felt myself start to lag. My energy zapped, my head descending into a dark place.
Ever since I became aware that I have anxiety, I stopped drinking caffeine.
It’s been years now, but being post-menopausal my body is changing. It’s not just the heat that overwhelms me early in the morning causing me to ask Jon ” Is it hot, or is it just me?” As I pull off my sweater. It’s how I often get tired in the late afternoons too.
I think of caffeine as a drug now. One I’m coming to know again after years of not using it. I don’t drink it freely throughout the day like I used to.
Now, once a day at the most, I boil water and put a Yerba Mate tea bag into the small brown ceramic mug that a friend gave me years ago. The cup is just the right size and I don’t let the tea steep too long.
I bring it to my studio and drink it down before it has a chance to get cold.
At some point, I realize that I’m not tired anymore. But it’s more than that. The potholders come together more easily. My confidence soars and my anxiety vanishes.
I feel like I could make potholders all night long.