I had a bit of a crisis of faith this weekend. Why am I doing this work? What purpose does it have in my life (and the lives of others)? How much longer could I realistically do it?
So I put my stitching aside for the day and spent it being completely amazed at my mother-in-law’s recovery from her mastectomy on Friday. She was home from the hospital by supper on Saturday night – less than 36 hours in the hospital! – and hadn’t had to take any painkillers, aside from something for a headache in the middle of her only night in the hospital.
And that’s when things kind of clicked into place. Priorities. Yeah, what I’m doing isn’t paying the bills (not by a long shot), but it makes me quite happy to be doing it. And yes, getting a part-time job is a necessity right now, but it’s not the end of the world. This might seem like the dark part of the journey, but it will get better. It will.
And like my mother-in-law said yesterday,
The only time you fail is when you stop trying.
And there’s no way I’m going to stop trying. Nope, no way :)