Freedom

Everything I move upstairs feels like freedom. I am, slowly, moving Anna’s boxes out and second handing a ton of my things. My bio mom was the only neat hoarder I have ever know. I sold her house (and got taken) quickly after she passed. I threw stuff in boxes and moved it and then moved it here. I’m ready for it to go. I just wish I was better at repairs, painting and laying floors.

This also feels like freedom for quilting. Before, when I sorted, if I had two boxes of, let say, dog fabric, it would freak me out and I would need to resort every like item in the same box. Now, I’m not going to worry about. Sort and mark. No OCD moments. I am so much more relaxed and can look at something and think about what might go together. If something strikes my fancy, I put it in the “quilt kit” boxes. It fun rather than stressful and I’m making progress! I can let my inter quilt designer out!

I also am feeling freedom with passing on tons of crafts I will no longer do or that I just am awful out. Out it goes! No guilt!! Freedom!! A fabulous feeling!! See mom: I will be successful!