Whenever I get into a funk about one thing, it tends to leak out into other areas of my life. I’m cranky about my writing, so I don’t feel like running. My runs are not going well, and suddenly I don’t want to sew. As crazy as it is, I think there is a part of me that doesn’t want to feel better. Maybe I have a secret martyr complex, and want to stay miserable. It’s slightly tragic, but mostly just annoying.
There is one good thing about having my moods from one project bleed into another; as soon as I have something going well, I start to feel better about other things. It doesn’t matter that they are completely unrelated, I get my hope and good spirits back.
With my recent funk, I started looking for something to do. You know, other than lay on the couch playing endless games on my phone while watching Netflix. While the couch potato act might be satisfying to the funky mood, it is not productive in any way, shape, or form.
I was digging around in a box of sewing things, for a reason I can no longer remember, when I ran across a kit to make a cross stitch bookmark. It had been years since I had done any cross stitch, but it seemed like it would be a quick project while I waited for my lives to refill on Free Fall. I worked on it a little at a time for a couple of days, and had a cute bookmark to show for it. Yea me!
This brought me down to my basement where I was pretty sure I had a couple of other cross stitch projects waiting to be finished. Enter Oscar.
Oscar the Grouch, one of the most relatable Sesame Street Characters (the other being, of course Cookie Monster). I’m pretty sure this was bought to go in my daughter’s room when she was a couple of years old, making it a project I started around a decade ago. When I pulled it out of the package again this week it was just a blob of green stitches I had done and abandoned.
I cannot clearly remember why I set this aside, but I can only presume by the fact that it has survived a couple of moves, that I intended to finish it. I’m not quite there yet, it will probably take a couple of nights of watching tv with the kiddos to finish from here, but soon I will finally be able to call this project done. Big One no longer cares about a Sesame Street cross stitch, since she is 13 and too cool for that, but I am still calling it a win. Not only am I finding an old hobby again, but I am proving to myself, I finish what I start. A small, less than 5×7, cross stitch project that I come back to finish after 10 years? This shows at least a little determination.
Who cares if I am in my 30s. Oscar will hang above my desk soon, reminding me that I can keep going, even after a little break, and big grump.