Progression

This week has been one of much progress and for that I am thankful. I finally started on my friend's memory quilt for her father, after rolling it around in my head for three months. Thank goodness she didn't put a time limit on it and actually meant that when she said it. It's coming along nicely. 

I also started on another that I'm making just to make. I finished my nephew's quilt top and I've come up with the design for my aunt's. 

A friend of mine said that he thinks for him, "money corrodes art," and I agree with him for the most part. I think the idea is to never do art for the money, but if the money comes along, then that's just a bonus. Thankfully I don't life my life based on the money I make from my fabric art. Necessity certainly corrodes art, as art comes along when one is comfortable, not when one has unmet needs. 

That said, I know several tattoo artists who are very artistic and earn a hell of a living, my husband included. He makes more than most other tattoo artists I know. It's crazy. 

Ryn and I spent the afternoon under a grove of trees. It was a. Gorgeous day. We collected but oak acorns, hedge apples, walnuts, and leaves for a wreath for the door. It was a day well spent. I love doing things like that. If it's nice out today we may gather more for other household decorations. 

My fitness journey is progressing nicely. For me, it's not about perfection. As a matter of fact, I don't even have a body goal in mind really. All I know is I want to tone up. Whatever that looks like, ok. I don't care about weight. I don't even really care about inches. I just want to tone up. I see no reason at my age, to have jiggly arms. It's silly. I'm still young. What do you think? Are you a gym bunny, a couch sweet potato, or just in between? I'm in between....well, I was. I'm not a gym bunny and never will be. I'm too shy to even think of going to the gym. And I'm okay with that. 

Another thing I'm okay with (and perhaps I discussed this in a previous post), is being my age. I'm no longer interested in competing (in my own mind), with 20-something's or, good lord, teenagers. I'm not delusional enough to think I even COULD compete with them. I have no desire to go backward anymore. I'm perfectly happy with who I am now. The 38 year old woman who still isn't completely sure what she wants to be when she grows up. The 38 year old with flaws aplenty...and enough shyness for four people. Her. That flawed, lovely creature who has been skulking in corners most of her life. That gal. I'm okay with her. She's good people. 

It's taken a long time and a lot of bumps to get here. 

And still I sometimes find I'm not okay with her. I know her better than anyone, so it is to be expected. 

I'm also very much okay with the gray hair that is becoming more and more conspicuous at my temples. I actually like it a lot. It makes me hold my head higher. I feel more....just more with it. It's hard to explain. I just really like it. 

In other topics, I've taken to cooking more again. Perhaps it is the season change. I don't know. I just find that I really love cooking. I never thought I'd say that, especially after developing a deep hatred of it while I was married to my ex. He made me hate a lot of things I genuinely love. He infiltrated all that I enjoyed and took the joy out of it. Nothing could be shared, because everything became a competition...whether on his part or mine. It was exhausting. 

I'm happy I'm not in that marriage anymore. 

I love this life I'm living. 

I'm happy.