It is Saturday afternoon and I have an evening of sewing ahead of me. By hand. My machine is quietly tucked away in another room. Maybe partly so I am not tempted to give in and go back to work that only serves as a distraction from what I really need to accomplish. I always compare myself to an ostrich. (My sisters and I always compare people to animals.) But an ostrich. I avoid reality and the present situation by hiding. Hiding from work with other work. But I can't. I have to tackle head on that which needs to get done and not give into my natural tendency to avoid what I don't want to do. I am finally slowing down and taking time to do the projects that have been in the back of my mind. The projects I have planned for the last year but haven't done.
So there is music. Lots of music. Music to keep me focused. To keep me motivated. Music that is soothing and quiet. Music that takes my mind away from my own hesitations and allows me to think and to dream. And that makes me want to dance.