Keeping me sane is a full time job, as my husband and family can attest.
My job is challenging and deadline-intensive, I travel far too much and sleep too little. Even when I do things for fun – write, metalwork, paint, cook, redecorate – I do them full tilt, with no half measures, and turn them into a goal oriented, stressful endeavor. Add to that a tendency toward depression, crankiness, perfectionism and slightly OCD behavior, and those near and dear to me have their work cut out for them.
Still, I couldn’t make it without my family and friends. This week – and this Manic Monday – are a good time to say thank you to the folks above, and more. Without them, I might well be locked in a small white room drooling upon my simple craft projects.
(Although strangely enough, aside from the whole overmedicated, institutionalized part of the deal, that sounds rather appealing right now.)
To all those who help me – daily, weekly, whenever I need a hand or a shoulder – thanks. And if I inadvertently left your name out of the word art, my apologies, it was not intentional.