I have other hobbies besides crochet. I sew and I also do some beading.
On the weekend I got the box which had my beading supplies and tools in it out.
I found things that were half finished or almost finished. I also found a bracelet I had forgotten about.
At some point I had tried to do a inventory of what I had. The date was still on the storage boxes.
As I was pulling things out I dropped one of the storage boxes. Everything feel out and I had to reorganize it, put everything back in its place nice and neat.
I realized that my life is like that box.
Did I pack myself away five years ago?
Is pulling the box out and looking inside the same as the break up?
Is going through the box like me trying to find out who I am outside the relationship? Me trying to find myself?
Is the box falling and the contents spilling the same as me falling/breaking down?
Is picking up the pieces the same as me going to hospital to get help?
Is putting everything back in its place what I’m doing now?
Put everything back so I can go on to become something more beautiful?