A Different Sort of Summer.
I've compared this summer to last summer so many times that I should probably just let it all die, but it's wild what better mental health and physical health can do for a human!?
Last summer, around this time, I found out I had a nugget of skin cancer - basal cell - near my left nostril. I spent most of the summer driving to Fargo for radiation treatments. I had 20+ of them. Short bursts of something you can't see, plowing into my dermis to kill something else off. My body started to equate driving anywhere with "cancer anxiety." Luckily, that has finally faded, too.
Unluckily, we lost Gma Maxine last summer, too. Gpa, her hubby, had left her less than a year before, and I knew she would deteriorate quickly. That was the peak of grief, really. She was gone, my body was screwed up, and I just wanted everything to feel normal.
Cut to this summer, and I have put myself on generic Zoloft (last fall wasn't fun weaning off and on meds), and my major lady bit was taken out in December, so that is no longer an issue. It had been bugging me for over a year, but family deaths and skin cancer took priority.
This summer, during my skin check, the doctor did find two more basal cells on my face, but they are small, so we are doing Mohs surgery on them. My anxiety is fine, and I have no worries that the surgeon will do a good job.
I came on here mainly to report this: within the last few weeks, I have fallen into crafting. A weird sort of crafting, really. I think it started when I saw some toy that was spray painted gold, a screw placed into it's back... so it could become part of a beaded necklace. Or maybe it was my obsession with Betsey Johnson that caused Pinterest to send funky jewelry through my feed... anyhow, that dominoed into bag charms, spray painting bags and beads, possibly making fugly dolls, selling things on Poshmark, and buying toys online and elsewhere... a pink unicorn poo plushie was my "score" the other day at the secondhand shop in town (shout out to Thrifty Horizons!).
I realized when journaling today that I think I love crafting because it's trouble-shooting and problem-solving, all mixed together with a sprinkle of glitter.
I see a thing I want to make; how do I do it with my supplies? If I don't have the supplies, can I find the supplies at Dollar Tree or Thrifty Horizons OR do I have to go the Amazon/Walmart route? Will this cord hold up with this heavy bead? Is the bead hole big enough? How do I patch leather boots and Can I? How should I tie dye this $1 shirt? What should I draw on these cheap white Vans? What else can be used for XYZ?
Perhaps this is a phase, but I have already found myself losing track of time like I do when I write or create textbooks. And in the same vein, I don't know if people read my books, and I don't really write for them. Ditto for this new hobby; I love to create goofy things whether people buy them/wear them or not!
Yeah.
Eventually, I would like to tweak the bathroom upstairs with wallpaper, get back into reading (I have so many books), and start a routine with my e-bike, but for now, I'm a happy camper bobbing between my craft room, the Poshmark app, and watching reality tv.
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