I went from no projects to feeling buried alive in an avalanche of fabric and ideas. How does this stuff happen to me? It’s that feeling that I have nothing but time, and then my brain goes into overdrive and finally explodes.
After talking to my daughter, I decided that I want to go nob, just not anywhere of course, but to California. I couldn’t afford it last year, airfares were twice what they were the year before. Plus we spent the money on fixing he car instead. So it’s my intention to go in November, because I can see my kids and go to Dickens Fair too. Since I sold my costume, I will need to make a new one. I also have some fabric left from girls’ skirts so I can make them blouses and I would like to make them some cute pantaloons too. It’s a bit early to start on costumes but my brain is already thinking about them. Whirring and whirring, but I already have summer clothes to sew, a purse that I want to make and some other things. How come I feel busier now than when I worked full time?
I think I need to have a schedule. It’s the lack of a schedule that seems to be my undoing. I wonder if that happens to other retired expats? Do we have so many choices that we get overwhelmed and end up choosing inactivity? Not that I have unlimited choices, I don’t have an endless supply of money, but most of the things that I do are relatively inexpensive, I blog, I sew, I cook, I do various crafts and art projects most of which really don’t require money so much as time. My time needs budgeting. My daughter was wrong, I don’t have all the time in the world.