Why Tuesdays?

Tuesdays,  oh Tuesdays. You're the blah of the week. By Tuesday,  I've only been at work for a day so I haven't reeeeally gotten much work done, 

no projects have been finished.

Monday is a fresh start.

Wednesday marks the middle.

Friday is FUN day!

Saturday is for beach and shopping,

Sunday for church, family and hammocks.

But...

Nothing exciting ever happens on a Tuesday. (Well, alright, except for elections, Mardi Gras, and new album releases.)

In 2009, all my days seemed to be Tuesdays. I was newly unemployed, the boyfriend left, the condo I was renting foreclosed, and I had given away most of my furniture and clothes.

Every day dragged on, with no direction, no purpose, and

nothing to look forward to (or so it seemed).

I moved in with my family and found a temporary job,

but I knew there just had to be more for me!

One year passed, I found a temporary place of my own

(not without it's own drama, but we'll skip over that part)

and set about figuring out how to put myself back together. 

I had one frying pan and one pot, no plates or utensils,

no clothes dresser, no couch, no TV. 

But I had a bed, a table rescued from the dumpster, and my sewing machine.

So I got to sewing.

And it made me happy.

And so, still without much direction or purpose now,

and without much of a plan,

 I sew.

I've made bags and skirts and clutches. And I know this is something I have to continue doing because it brings me joy. I do it for it's own sake.

Because not knowing where I should be working, or living, or what I should be doing with my life, I need to be in the "here and now," working on something I can see and touch and feel good about.

Here's to Tuesdays!