As I continue to work through the layers of healing, I am so happy to notice the great distance between what I was raised to be and what I am establishing for myself.
My husband has begun hanging my quilts and small fabric art pieces on the walls of my studio.
I am so comforted to see evidence of what I love to do, what I have chosen for myself.
During this time of year, I am hit once again with painful memories, but I have learned what it is like to live as the person I love to be.
As I am pulling myself out of the habitual holiday downward spiral, I find myself surrounded with friends who like to do what I like, spinners, weavers, quilters, knitters.
We are sharing new skills and new accomplishments and appreciating one another’s efforts.
I am still establishing new habits of enjoyment for myself, but these can become more and more automatic the longer I do what I love.
It is a new kind of work, consciously establishing an identity for myself, one that I choose.
My new identity is not shaped by where I happened to be.
It is shaped by all the new activities I am doing, and the new people who surround me as we all do things we love.
It is a great atmosphere.
I am so very grateful I made the immense effort to reestablish myself in a beautiful part of the country, doing things I love.
© 2017 KathrynHardage
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