Amidst all the Ms G fluff here there is a thread in my life that needs clipping. Thread plays an important role when it comes to my quilts, but when it is the invisible binder of thoughts that haunt at 3 am, I am wont to cut it at every link. Believe me, I've used the scissors of meditation, letting go, therapy, denial and so many other ploys to break the anxiety chain, but somehow, it heals itself and comes back to choke me even tighter, rob me of sleep, make me hide, and make me struggle for control; struggle so hard that I do and say things I wish I hadn't. Self-righteousness rules until sanity prevails and I discard that useless cape.
This morning, it is foggy, dark, raining and grim.....I, though, like these days, and they could easily become a time for me to retreat into my cave, a la Ms G, and be spent manufacturing things I "need" to be concerned about. It starts with my children and LM's, then goes to our relationship, then on to my siblings and possible health concerns, oh, and my job....I'm certain I'll be let go soon. My mind is a breeding ground for all the what-ifs, what I could and should be doing, and could and should NOT be doing, next it is on to the basic daily stuff and unfinished projects, friends I should call. I just want to scream, have someone come and take me away and erase my brain! Back to the thread....it's sort of like the tags on pillows and cushions. Do I dare to cut them off??? I always live on the wild side and do remove the tags, why can't I do it with the incessant and mostly unnecessary worry??
Just musing here this morning, after a short night's sleep, from my pretty nice and beautiful world. Right now, I'm off to find my SHARP scissors to cut some threads.