This has been a helluva weekend for some folks.
I've been puzzling over what kind of sympathy card you send to someone that adequately, tastefully, and kindly says, "So sorry your publicly beloved, but mentally unstable estranged father passed away." I just don't think there's a card for that kind of occasion. Even the dignified e-cards I found just seemed wrong. If you've had a death in the family, do you really want to get an announcement reading "You have a card waiting for you at 1-2-3-Giggle.com!" Ugh. e-Sympathy really is kind of tacky anyway, isn't it?
I guess it's time for me to get out the rubber stamps and the embossing powder. I don't bake cookies anymore, so creating a handmade card is how I show a little more appreciation.
I feel bad complaining even a bit about my weekend, in light of the events in the lives of some of my friends and acquaintances. And I feel for each and every one of them, although I'm not in a position to offer more than words of support.
But I've had a real lack of faith-type crisis in my creativity and skill. That may not seem like anything major, but it's pretty big for me. I found myself sitting in my car tonight, weeping buckets over being a flop and being annoying to at least one of my friends, with my need for creative approval. I guess it's the stress of the unemployment thing, combined with my lack of progress with my health/weight, a horrible hair day (considered going 80's ultra short), and me churning out totally boring crap for a project that's meaningful for me. And probably too much caffeine. Yeah. I imagine the caffeine just isn't helping matters.
Here's hoping Monday is a new-and-improved kind of world for us all.
Hope, hope, hope...