Some months ago, I was having an amazing day working on a sewing project, things were going spectacularly well, and before too long it was a quarter to six in the evening. I was hungry! I become very crabby about having to cease my creative progress to make something for dinner, but once I started cutting vegetables and cooking, I felt much better emotionally. I realized that the process of making something is for me, the key to my well-being. It does not matter what I am making, there is something soothing about working with my hands and seeing an end result.
I just completed my third batch of canned tomato sauce, from a garden that I started from seed. Truly my own hard work from start to finish, and I will have delicious pasta sauces and soups this winter. Maybe if more people made things for themselves; useful things, beautiful things; this world would be a better place.
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