Hello Hatters,
I bought some flared blue jeans the other day. As I tried them on, I noticed that the length was about 2 inches longer than necessary. The hem needed adjusting. I kept this task in the forefront of my to do list.
This morning, I gathered my sewing items: pinking shears, needle, and thread. As I sewed, the word mend came to my mind. With each stitch, I considered the mending that’s happening in my own life.
I’m not that great at sewing, but I get the job done. Something about the way I was stitching made the thread tangle, and I had to work through the new knot to save the seam. To my surprise, this mess happened three times. I didn’t get rattled. I didn’t get impatient. I slowly worked through the blob of thread and backtracked to correct the tangle.
I noticed the peace of having time; I wasn’t rushed. I am mending in many ways and part of the progress is attributed to my new retirement season. While I still may get tangled in my own path, the blessing of a slower pace helps me unwind. I’m blessed to be a writer who wears a few less hats.
Just a few thoughts today: take care my dear family and friends!
MT Penny