August

A few weeks ago I honestly thought I would never do macrame again. I got the dreaded covid. I knew I was going to get it becuase I went to New York City and talked to hundreds of people at a tradeshow without a mask on. In hindsight, I’d wear that mask. The weeks of covid, not just the week my entire body hurt and most hours of the day were asleep but simulteanously I had to cancel a big event I’d been prepping for months and that was hugely disappointing - but the weeks following my isolation, I spent a lot of time in bed. Most days I did literally nothing. Sinking deeper into a depression. Talking to no one. Binge-watching Netflix. No energy. No motivation. I truly thought the macrame part of my life was done. But then one day I felt better. Even though I slept through the last beautiful days of full summer, the sun felt new again. I went swimming in a pond. I walked down the road. I started to read a book. I picked up some cord and made a macrame coaster. And suddenly I was under my pop-up tent slinging macrame again and people were saying really nice things and I was smiling and I felt good. Maybe I needed a break. Maybe I needed to be forced to do absolutely nothing and feel my feelings and hear my thoughts.