a life overexamined is a life neurotic
i was in houston over the weekend and i had a meltdown of sorts. no matter how much older i get, being around my mom for extended periods can quickly reduce me to a bratty/weepy/mopey 12 year old status. add to the mix that i uncovered all my old yearbooks and photo albums, and i had a severely nostalgic, emotional weekend.
the meltdown began with my knitting frustration: i was trying to finish seaming up the dress i wanted to give my friend for her baby. well, my seaming sucks, and i got sooo upset because i just wanted to finish it. i got upset enough that i decided i need to take a break. i considered for a moment just giving up knitting because i hate spending so much time on things that look good until the finishing and seaming, at which point they look sloppy and amateurish. i think my real solution will be to stop in one week and take a little lesson on good seaming techniques from a woman who does knitting help and attends my stitch & bitch meetings.
my flight was late and i overslept this morning. i am simply emotionally drained. on the uphand, seeing dan was a good recharge. so much of a better constant presence in my life than my mom. what really upsets me is that she always asks "am i really so bad?", because my siblings have a hard time dealing with her, and i'm always the one trying to convince them that she's just an ... ahem, strong personality, means well, and she'll never really see how skewed her reality is from ours.
the meltdown began with my knitting frustration: i was trying to finish seaming up the dress i wanted to give my friend for her baby. well, my seaming sucks, and i got sooo upset because i just wanted to finish it. i got upset enough that i decided i need to take a break. i considered for a moment just giving up knitting because i hate spending so much time on things that look good until the finishing and seaming, at which point they look sloppy and amateurish. i think my real solution will be to stop in one week and take a little lesson on good seaming techniques from a woman who does knitting help and attends my stitch & bitch meetings.
my flight was late and i overslept this morning. i am simply emotionally drained. on the uphand, seeing dan was a good recharge. so much of a better constant presence in my life than my mom. what really upsets me is that she always asks "am i really so bad?", because my siblings have a hard time dealing with her, and i'm always the one trying to convince them that she's just an ... ahem, strong personality, means well, and she'll never really see how skewed her reality is from ours.