I've been sick. And tired. And sick and tired. But after a bracing argument with my shrink last night, it's time to pull my socks up and get back into things. My poor shrink. I DID warn him that I'm stubborn! I walked into my appointment last night and said "My life SUCKS." He started giggling. I rest my case.
We had deep discussions last night about my abysmal self-esteem and the breathtaking double standards I have for valuing other people versus valuing myself. The shrink pointed out that the qualities I admire and appreciate in others I am giving myself no credit for whatsoever. If other people are nice, I give them credit. If I'm nice, it's not worth anything. So I have to start rewarding myself for the good things about me, which is going to be tricky as I'm not used to looking for good things about myself. So. Um. One good thing about myself.
*crickets chirping in the silence*
Oooof. Maybe I'll come back to that!
Crafting continues. I'm currently working on no less than two crocheted blankies, plus the Secret Project. I did have a sock on the needles, but I frogged - the yarn was driving me nuts, and it meant I was avoiding sock knitting altogether. Which is a Bad Thing. I haven't knit a sock in WEEKS. I have a sack full of nicely wound sock yarn, a stack of books and patterns to choose from, my favourite sock needles empty and at the ready, I've surfed lots of blogs for socky inspiration, but....nothing! I'm sure the Sock Mojo will return, but I'm always slightly anxious until it does. Darn feckless Sock Mojo hussy. Hasn't stopped me falling deeply in lust with various yarns on the web, but I'm saving my money for the Bendigo Sheep & Wool fair next month. Dave and I are going and so are my mum & stepdad. So I get a day with my mum & stepdad, yarny goodness at the fair, and a side trip to Bendigo Woollen mills to round off the day. Excellent.
Lesseee.... the cats are fine, although Lulu is using her FFPoD (Fat Fluffy Paws of Death) for evil and seems to be bullying Meiko for fun. We're trying to put a stop to it, but Lulu is a vengeful little thing when she puts her mind to it. Dorian has gotten more cuddly since the colder weather is upon us, and Marlowe canters around the house like a lunatic as usual.
So. A good thing about myself. Sheesh. I'm a total sucker for animals of all kinds - I think that's a good thing on the whole.
And how are you all doing?