How to Justify Sewing

How to Justify Sewing

Yesterday was my birthday. The plan was to take a day off and do something fun. I’m in my happy place in San Francisco right now, and since I made the trip all the way from England, you’d think that doing a little touristing would be a no-brainer, right? But no. I’ve been emotionally barricaded into my Airbnb for almost two weeks now, beavering away on my laptop because Work Is Important. On Birthday Eve, I went into hand-wringing mode. Can I really justify taking a day off? I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to be Responsible. I wanted to Be There for the people who need me – my team, my Members, my accountant. Multiple things are pressing for my attention right now. It just wasn’t practical to flounce off and have fun. But I did it anyway. For the first hour or so on Thursday morning, I felt like I was bunking off school. I hunkered down in the window of the Hummingbird Cafe as if hoping that none of the teachers would walk by and find me. My breakfast took a year and a day to show up. (Don’t these people know I’ve got places to be?) I got it on the house – with free donuts – because it was my birthday. My inner five-year-old woke up, and I beamed like Daddy had just bought me a double scoop chocolate sundae. My heart lifted a little. I had half a plan to just sit in a coffee shop and read a book all day (so that I could go home and work if...