Well, as some of you may know, I broke my arm rollerskating on Friday with my kiddos. I ended up spending 3 days in a splint, went to the specialist on Monday and found out I didn't need to be in a cast. The kind of break I have, where the radius meets the elbow, is best left out of a cast, free to move and stretch. I was so relieved, I cried. I am in the middle of bridal season, and the thought of not being able to sew with both hands broke my heart. Not just because I have brides with timelines, but because I LOVE what I do. I sat there for 3 days, prior to the visit to the specialist, in a splint, dreaming about all the things I would sew once I could use both arms.... every time I blinked, I saw a new dress I wanted to make. I was so sad... I was like a caged animal.
I am glad this happened... and I will tell you why. Before I had this.... what shall I call it...'incident', I was starting to feel overwhelmed and I started feeling like my creativity was being sapped by stress. I was starting to lose my gratitude and my 'spunk'. Well, I guess you can say, this 'incident' absolutely put life into perspective. I have so much to be grateful for... one of which (and a BIG one, I might add) is the use of both arms. The ability to whiz through any sewing project I decide I want to do. The ability to bring into fruition all of the beauties that pass through my subconscious as I sleep.... and then dance across my vision as I daydream....
I am slowly gaining the use of my arm again. Every time I sit at my sewing machine and start another dress for someone, I am filled to the brim with gratitude.... I relish the feel of lace running through my fingertips, the sound of my old sewing machine purring away... and every single stitch makes me want to sing. I am back to the old me, but better. Nothing is too difficult... the creativity is flowing... and the results are amazing....
In gratitude always... AR xoxoxoxoxo
