DIY/a wake-up call
(Heads up. This is a re-post from way back when and from my other blog. If you’ve been following me for a while, you know how blogging, the technical side, has been a steep learning curve for me. I’m re-writing some very early blogs because I did so much wrong in those early days.. Like wrong tags, no tags, no categories, etc. I like to think I know so much more now. 🙂 Some of these early posts set the stage for subsequent posts. I’m not re-posting just to re-post. I’ve spent even more time on these than I did the originals, another mistake. Anyway, this disclaimer will appear when I re-post something which won’t be too often. Thanks for understanding.)
This blog finally became reality when I decided (after years of procrastination) to paint my dining room hutch. When I see this “before”, I remember how much I disliked it for years.
Here it is in progress.
The thought of possibly ruining it kept me paralyzed. But one morning I knew the time had come. I was up early and painting by 10:00 am. For some reason, that morning’s resolve was an epiphany. After years of studying my nemesis, depression, and coming to terms with where I wanted my life to go, it just all finally came together like a really good recipe. It seemed as though during the night God had silently imprinted on my mind, “You can go ahead and enjoy your life. It’s o.k. I approve.”
It seems there has always been a “worm in my apple”. There’s always been something that wants to take away the sweetness of life. It’s like I thought I didn’t deserve to be healthy, to be happy, to make a mistake. Ten years ago, with my doctor’s permission, I decided to fly solo-no more anti-depressants. No safety net. The time had come to face my demons. My blog will share many of the techniques and strategies I’ve learned these past years that have kept me medication free.
