Much Better

It's amazing what an actual full night of sleep, a good day at work, and a decent workout can do to improve my outlook on life.

Knowing the crash for what it is - a temporary reaction to fatigue and the sudden absence of high-energy company - helps a lot. As much as it feels big and bad and real, I can keep reminding myself that it's not quite that.

So once I muster the energy to pull myself out of my sitting-and-wallowing, get to bed and actually sleep for a full night (with no nightmares, remarkable as that sounds - just a weird dream about drinking, among other things, a strange kind of rose-flavored cream), then get up and get moving, most of the problems dissolve and are washed away in the flood of wakefulness and endorphins.

This, of course, does not discount the help from all of the friends reminding me that they really are there; just sometimes I can't see them through the roadblocks my own subconscious throws up in the way.

I've got a list of errands that need to be run, and a handful of cooking and crafting projects that I should get to, and tonight is Middle Eastern Dance class #2. With any luck, it'll go a little more smoothly than the last one, and I won't lose my positive outlook in the flood of not-being-instantly-perfect. Mostly, though, I'm taking today to take care of myself, and remind myself that, while I am a social creature and I thrive on contact, being alone isn't necessarily a bad thing either.

Crafty!

So at Arisia this past weekend, I met a very nice lady who was selling beautiful ponytail falls. They were colorful and textural and just plain awesome, and I couldn't help but keep coming back to poke at them and ogle them and generally sigh over them. They also looked like they would be alarmingly easy to make.

I could do that, I thought. In fact, I bet the hardest part would be untangling my ridiculous stash of spare yarn....

And, because the lady with the hairfalls was very nice, she eventually took pity on me and showed me how she made them. And it was, as I had suspected, alarmingly easy.

This, of course, meant that I spent most of this afternoon sorting my yarn stash by color, boggling in embarrassment at the sheer quantity of muppet-ish novelty yarns I own, and cutting them into pieces and stringing them on elastic bands.

( And the end result was kind of keen..... )