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16 March 2012

The weeks are just too short . . .

There just isn't enough time.

I finished one ornament this week and started Country Cottage Needleworks' ornament. I am not moving very fast on it. I had to work at the theatre last night, and was almost late because of the traffic. They had the major road near the office closed, with police cars sitting there, and it took 30 minutes to go 2 miles. That threw me off and I just didn't feel like stitching. Then got home and was too tired to stitch, but not tired enough to sleep. And today is my last day to work on it before putting it away to go back to Summer Ball for a week. Arrrghhh. Hopefully, I get some good time to work on it this evening.

I did start making it known at the theatre that I'll be leaving next month. I don't know yet if it's a final farewell, since I've been dealing with them for 20 years, both as a patron and employee, and I love the place like a family member. But this is what I need to do for now, I just have to have the faith that, if it's in the big plan of my life, I'll be able to go back if I need to, and, if not, something as good will come along.

3 comments:

Pumpkin said...

Can't wait to see what you've been up to!

I don't know how you've been working two jobs. I'm not working at all and I'm exhausted most of the time!

Danielle said...

I awarded you with a Liebster blog award on my blog. Just wanted to let you know.

Stitchinowl said...

Only you know when the right time to leave work is. Take care of yourself and Lil One and you'll figure out what the right path for you is later on. When DS#1 was in my belly, I stopped working 2 months earlier than I intended. It was a snowy, icy winter, I had an hour long commute, and a bad cold/virus sidelined me. Sometimes the path leads you in a certain direction.
Hugs,
Carolyn

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls