Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Fear of Cleaning The Quilt Room

Danielle, my guru of great sayings, says today:

"What's keeping you stuck at square one?
What's blockading your greatness?
What's turning you in circles?

Fear of pain. That's it.

Most obviously, we fear painful events -- loss, humiliation, disconnection. But actually, what we might fear the most is awareness. What keeps us in a holding pattern is the fear of knowing more about our reality -- and having to act on what we know. "


I know she is talking about handling life events, but I can turn this to quilting very quickly.  My quilt room clean up.  

How long have I been talking about it?  Two years?  Maybe not that long, but very close!  I really need to get in there, take everything out, and put it back in.  I am thinking that I would get a box and send some stuff to the guilds for their birthday tables, but I kinda like the stuff I bought.  

I also feel I need to use it up before I go on to the quilt studio in the sky, because Carrie would send it all to Goodwill.  (If you see my obituary in the paper, call Frank to see if you can have some stuff before Carrie gets into it.)


I need to lose the fear of the painful event of taking everything out of the room and lining the hallway with my "junk", as Frank calls it.  (You see, he would be totally willing to let Carrie give it all to Goodwill.)  My quilty greatness is being blockaded by the stuff blocking my sewing machine.   I am unable to get to the fabric stuck in the corner because of the square one(s) piled up in the orphan box.  I have to keep turning in circles because there is no other way to get through the piles of stuff laying in the center of the room!


I am in a holding pattern of reality because I want to believe the Quilt Fairies will come and tidy things up overnight.  I guess Snow White can't spare them again this year.  I really wanted to wake up and see their fluttering wings moving and folding and spindling my fabrics into submission.

Sigh.

I guess Nike is right, I just have to do it!