i am angry.
trying to sew a romper for eden gray.
it’s late, so i decide to call it a night.
i sweep my little threads and scraps into a tidy pile to be tossed into the trash.
i fold my work and set it off to the side.
i turn off the sewing machine and take a sip of water.
time to pick up this little pile of pins.
five little pins with colorful, round heads.
big round heads.
five stinkin’ pins.
and takes me longer to do that then all of the other things combined, and i’m angry.
this is what they call the ‘pincer grasp’, right?!
it’s one of the FIRST skills you develop in your life, for cryin’ out loud.
i can’t pick up stinkin’ pins, Lord!
i used to paint. i used to draw. i used to knit. i used to sit in my room and make those teeny little friendship bracelets for hours as a kid! i used to make beaded jewelry in college. i used to… i used to… i used to…
how many other things am i taking for granted even right now?!
getting old just isn’t fair.
and i’m so sorry for saying ‘stinkin’ so many times and complaining yet again about this, but losing fine motor skills at just 32 years old makes me angry. and if i don’t get angry, i will just plain ol’ bawl.
God, have mercy on these hormones.