The happy place

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It’s been Monday again.

And a rainy one too.

Now the snow is gone, gravel on the wet sidewalks looks like they’ve put poppy seeds on there although bigger and not on bread.

But on sidewalk…

I’m feeling today: 200 years old!

Another work day done, gaining some valuable insights and experience. I picture it a big cross-stitched embroidery; every day I add another cross to there:

An awesome sight.

I show it to peope and claim that it’s abstract art.

It’s colourful, but the aida cloth underneath has got holes in it, it’s also right now gray: I’m stitching to cover a gray part with too many holes, using a bright yellow, because it is almost — but not — gold.

There’s something nice about even a dirty cloth which isn’t perfect can have embroidery just like that

It’s beautiful even though right now my fingers are bleeding and my eyes are sore from embroidering

It takes more than will, and embers

It takes discipline I think

Especially on the gray