Over the past two weeks, I found myself in an unmotivated funk and through sewing, I remembered the power of five minutes.
Sewing half square triangles (HSTs) and thinking of all the storytellers inspiring me.
Actively asking myself “who is not in my life” and “whose perspective am I not hearing.” The answer becomes my guide to action.
Quilting has slowly become one way I have been taking care of myself and a place where I confront my perfectionism.
