Some Monday mornings I wake up full of pluck. Today was not one of those mornings. I had the covers over my head, thinking maybe, if I decide not to get up, this week doesn't have to start.
This certainty cut through my heart: once I get up, the days will fly by, and I will reach the end of May much too soon. The end of May threatens with a fistful of goodbyes. And while I have a very long list of things I love, goodbyes are not on it. Not anywhere.
So yes, it's true again, I'm the Chicken Little of the calendar. (The days are flying! The days are flying!)
I got up anyway, still clutching the warm memories of yesterday, and hoping that somehow, I can learn to greet May with an open mind and a quiet spirit.
Getting back to my writing desk helps. Hey there, characters. I think I write so I can create people more brave than I am. And then I try to be like them. Sometimes it works. Sometimes I'm not brave at all.
But today's been about more than bravery (lost or found): I've made peace with chapter three (I think). And then rewarded myself with a warm banana muffin, and white chocolate peanut butter smeared over it... that will restore some pluck, let me tell you.
You can face a lot of things with a warm banana muffin. And that white chocolate peanut butter? That's like a superhero cape.
Went for an afternoon run in the rain. Chased sixteen mallards down the road and got myself quacked at. Waved at all the dog walkers, dodged the dripping-est trees. Came home feeling better, so much better.
And I made a decision about number 12 from The List: that vintage-y knit skirt? I love it so much. But maybe next year. The project I'm making instead has to do with these gorgeous things...
Yes. A granny square quilt. I'm so excited. I mean, really.
Over the last few weeks, I've been turning all kinds of yarn scraps into these cute little squares. I love watching the abandoned bits and pieces come together in one unique patch after another...
And then gathering up all those patches into a quilt that's both warm and full of stories. Yes. Making much of leftovers.
Shoot, that isn't just a quilt, that's a whole philosophy.
And maybe that's the spirit for May. We will make much of all we have, right?
Every scrap of color, every bit of time that's worth a stitch. We'll turn this calendar page into something warm, something full of stories.