I went
to a doctor
yesterday, but she just
suggested to see someone
different.
04/30/2019
Farm life
in the morning,
book store hopping in the
afternoon, and wedding talk in
between.
04/27/2019
During
the morning drive,
songs about dreams, New York
City, and possibility
played on.
04/25/2019
Will the
day come when I
can finally crochet
without feeling any pain? I
hope so.
04/22/2019
I miss
walking into
a yarn shop and viewing
an endless supply of skeins and
samples.
04/22/2019
Right now
the pain faded,
yet every now and then
an ache lingers, a remnant from
the past.
04/22/2019
I went
into treatment
for a couple months, my
wrist needing the strength to hold things
again.
04/22/2019
All that
came to a halt
last year, when my left hand
felt searing pain when I tried to
do work.
04/22/2019
I used
to make creatures
and hats with yarn, playing
with a rainbow of colors and styles
all day.
04/22/2019
Although
my left hand feels
somewhat better, I must
bide my time a bit longer to
crochet.
04/22/2019
I long
to restore my
yarn craft activity,
waiting for my hand to
be in its best condition to
create.
04/21/2019
I find
myself feeling
conflicted between my
duties at work, and achieving
my dreams.
04/21/2019
It dawns
on me that the
fear of my writing not
being good enough invades my
emotions.
04/21/2019
Writing
has come to a
standstill, mind blocked, and I
panic, not knowing why I am
hindered.
04/21/2019
My love
for reading is
still present, yet tempered
in recent weeks, due to sudden
stesses.
04/21/2019
My health
has taken some
turns these past few months, and
has finally received treatment
it needs.
04/21/2019
Today
I sit at the
kitchen table with my
coffee, reflecting on these past
events.
04/21/2019
I was
able to share
stories with friends who
lived close by, just a train ride
away.
04/03/2019
Back then
I knew what I
wanted, living in peace
with a good job and a good place
to live.
04/03/2019
Thoughts of
New York City
dance around my head, fun
memories of independence
calling.
04/03/2019