With all the excitement from my book coming out, I should be dancing little jigs and feeling content, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’m ultra grateful for all the positive feedback from my kind readers, and I do feel a sense of accomplishment, but my brain chemistry has two settings: 1) totally elated – “manicky,” and 2) unreasonably anxious – panicky.
The mania triggered by all the book activity is fun. Yippee! – no complaints, but inevitably it is chased by anxiety and depression, which are completely irrational. But instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I turn to one of my favorite tools -making things with my hands. The repetitive action of knitting or hand-stitching distracts and soothes me, and when I complete something, my self-worth gets a tiny boost. I won’t flatter myself by calling it “Art” therapy, as I don’t think my creations deserve the title “Art,” but my goofball ideas come straight from the heart, so they are genuine expressions of my whackado thinking.
For the past ten years I’ve made ornaments for the holidays. I try to keep them faith-friendly, as my friends and family are from an assortment of backgrounds and cultures. I send my annual ornaments in December because it’s a festive time of year and people can hang them on their trees or doorknobs or whatever. And, the holiday season triggers depression for me,(big surprise) but, if I follow Gandhi’s advice,(see image and caption below), I feel a little better.
Here are some of my creations. I invite you to stroll/scroll through my gallery below.
Here’s a hint – think thloth