I wrote the most wonderful blog post yesterday. It was a long one and all about me and what I accepted about myself while I was at my conference this week, especially stuff about me being burned out and needing an attitude shift at work and about feeling more self confident and willing to put “me” into the things I do. Unfortunately, just as I was finishing, my laptop battery wend dead and without a warning, it was all lost. All I could do was close the laptop and walk away, thinking about the things I was not saying and doing.
Last night, I got a wakeup call because I let that self confidence come across as aggression, so I’m feeling a bit more tempered this morning. A bit more willing to accept that some times, you need to think about what the other person is feeling. Anyway, it happens sometimes that I need to see both the good and the bad of a new feeling to figure out how I should act.
The trip was good. Most of the conference was the same old, same old. But, there were some great moments that I really enjoyed (okay, so secretly, the best moment was watching two of the most masculine men I know walk up to one another and do that handshake, shoulder crash, single pat on the back thing that really masculine men do with one another when they say hello…whooooeeee!)
Another great moment was in the Atlanta Airport on the way home and finding a restaurant called Paschal’s that sold soul food…okay, so soul food gets it’s name because it is food that is good for the soul and those black eyed peas and candied yams and mac and cheese and fried okra did wonders for my tired soul that night. I asked the server if the cornbread was sweet cornbread or real cornbread and she looked me straight in the eye and smiled…she knew what I meant…and she said, “it’s not sweet. It’s just like the cornbread my Mama used to make.” We definitely shared a moment there.
But, as all conferences go, that one went.
I came home and couldn’t wait to sit down at the silk quilt and express myself with thread.
I did the same this morning, but I had a bobbin tension problem and all today’s work had to be picked out. Dooo-dooo.
The yard was smiling for me.
And, I came home to squishy mail. Dang Peter. It’s his fault. He bought a union suit and when I saw it, I thought, hey, I might be able to rock that. So, I went in search of a pattern.
I paid more for this pattern than I’ve ever paid for a vintage pattern before. When I showed the picture to Rob, he was quite confused about why I’d want it…and then I saw it dawn on him that he might rock this garment, too.
I agreed. Not for every day. But for once in a while.
Everybody have a great Friday. Work is ever so busy as I try to catch up from my days away. That’s the trouble with travel. It’s all waiting for you when you get back.