First things first...
I know anyone with a barn full of critters right now
is either going to be rolling their eyes
or be jaw-dropped & dumb-founded.
I am fully aware of my abnormalities:)
(You can read more about the Barn Quilt Block right here.)
growing up, any time I was stressed, anxious,
mad, worried, or upset, I would go muck out the barn.
That was just my therapy.
Nobody would bother me,
probably for fear that I would either stop
or put them to work too.
So I had physical & productive work
while I sorted through whatever the issue was.
The labor, the sound of the fork and my breath,
the smell, and in the end, the accomplishment
all worked together.
I remember when I first went off to college
and had a stressful day/week whatever,
I drove around looking for barns
wondering if I knocked on the stranger's door
and asked to clean their barn
if they would have me arrested or put in a white room
with a 'special' white jacket to wear.
I never had the nerve to ask.
Life of course is not without its issues.
I have been helping care for an elderly couple
who mean a great deal to me.
Over the past 6 weeks,
3 of them have been spent in the ER.
I am not saying this for sympathy or kudos,
but I still don't have a barn to muck out.
I'm pretty sure when you see a big old picturesque barn,
the first thing running through your mind is not
"If only I had a pitch fork and wheelbarrow."
It's kinda peculiar how the habits
we form growing up stay with us throughout life.
I think we need those things.
Now I usually go out and play with a chainsaw,
weed wacker, pruners, shovel, etc.
Do you have a (therapy) habit like that?
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches