It is not a good sign when you end your weekend more tired and stressed than when you started it, especially when your goal is to be more tranquil and equanimous. This was one of those weekends where I probably would have been better off resting and cleaning than quilting: resting because I always need more rest and cleaning because a messy house (the state my house is in most of the time) stresses me out.
On the surface the weekend looked like a perfect time to work on projects. My girls stayed over at their grandparents for a night, James was in the Fort for work, and I was feeling inspired by Bad Girls. I got to have some delicious Indian food, a glass of decent Cabernet, and dark chocolate. I listened to Mahler's Symphony No. 6. And, I did get something done. I did a bit of quilting on my coat and I started a couple of the Watershed School quilted logo wall-hangings.
So what's the problem? It seemed like I was going, going, going all weekend long and I don't have much to show for it. The coat is a long-term project that I expect to take a lot of time, but the wall-hangings should be very quick and I had hoped to get them completed instead of just set up. Add that to the messy house, missing a day of yoga, drudgery shopping (as opposed to the fun kind), and an upcoming week filled with a seemingly endless list of little, but necessary tasks and I feel like the treadmill of my life has taken me for a ride with no end in sight, but no change of scenery either.
* I took this title from a1989 article of the same name by Sidney Mintz. Mintz, an anthropologist and oral historian was remarking on the changes in anthropological ideas about representation that labeled him too friendly to his subject in the 1960s and not friendly enough in the 1980s. It's all in your perspective. Does that mean if I change my perspective I'll feel like I got a lot done? Probably, but this melancholy gal is going to wallow in her misery for a little while longer.
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