Crafts as a metaphor for life: we all know it makes sense. Here’s one I made (a week) earlier…
I took a fairisle cushion cover I’d got tired of (clutter!), gave it a good hot wash, chopped it up into pieces, discarded what I didn’t like, arranged it carefully and sewed it all back together to create something I know to be useful and believe to be beautiful.
I think I need to do the same with the clutter inside my head.
I got as far as picking up the phone to call a counsellor yesterday. But I saw sense/ lost my nerve (delete as applicable) and put it back down again. That is all.