Endings
As I was working on attaching the binding to a sewing project, I couldn’t help but reflect that there would soon be an end to this particular project. My least favorite part in sewing, crocheting, or counted cross stitch is beginning a project. It’s the decision of what project I will tackle, and then picking out the fabrics or yarns it will take to begin. Once I have gotten organized and put in the first several hours, it’s very relaxing to know that whenever I have a few minutes, I can poke out a few stitches. Endings are not my favorite.
Even with a good book, I hate to see the story line end. So much groundwork is laid in the first several chapters, it takes a while to roll with the story. I am sure they could have pulled several more chapters out of their imagination if they had just tried. Endings are not my favorites.
Working towards the end of a sewing
project while reflecting on endings.
As I began this bit of trivia while manning my sewing machine, I thought about several relationships in my life that have ended. Nothing takes more heart and effort than building a relationship with another human being. When I invest trust, energy, caring, compassion, forgiveness, and nurturing, I also look for an unspoken return of all of the above, or at least a dribble. With me, it is not one strike and you are out. My rule book has no scripted end game. There are so many variables within each of our lives, it may just be that their cup is running over for a time and it may be my job to assist in mopping up the overflow until things clear up for them. Relationships don’t survive being one sided. In time, I am a believer that a relationship either grows or it dies, and then the end has come.
As the sewing for the day was coming to an end, I was happy to reflect on Carrie and Kevin’s dad. Our relationship did not survive a marriage, but we picked it up as a strong bond of friendship as we continued keeping up with each other. We were fortunate that there was no need for an end between us. Priceless.