Obviously I've been in a bit of a funk since my mom died...when I sit down to write or to scrapbook or to do anything really, I am consumed with grief. It seems if I stop to create then I have essentially stopped to think. And thinking is not great fun at this point in my life. Thankfully I have begun to notice more bright spots in my days and I've even heard myself laugh some over the last week or so. I know the clouds are lifting. And I am keeping my depression in check by communicating regularly with my therapist and talking openly about my sadness...for the most part. I don't talk about it with everyone because well, let's face it - I'm a bit of a downer right now. But I have got to snap out of it soon. I've been watching The Bachelor for God's sake! A sure sign that I'm headed straight to loserville.
Good news, though - I sat down to create a few scrapbook pages this past weekend! I know! Shocking! I've been behind on my design team stuff for Scrap, Etc. and feeling really awful about being tardy and not living up to my commitment there. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sit down and go through my photos. I finally decided that I should just start with that photo that I keep skipping over on my phone...and maybe if I did something with that one, I would free my brain to do something with some of my other photos. Said photo is the one that I was using as my blog banner...it was taken the last day I saw my mom and I made that banner the same weekend. I guess that's why I couldn't bring myself to change the banner until now. So...long story short - I changed the banner and I made a page with the photo and the memory that goes along with it. And wow! It was cleansing. Scrapbooking as therapy - I could be on to something! Here it is (click on it to make it larger and you can read the journaling):
Next I decided to focus on my children so I did a page about each of them. The first one is about Clover and how serious she gets about the little squishy balls. The ribbon on this page was a gift from my sweet friend, Lynn. I think she sensed I needed a little shove. (Thanks, Lynn!)
And the last one is about Cowboy. He's bad. Very bad.
It felt great to get the scissors out again. I've got lots of happy ideas floating around in my head now, too, so I think that's a good sign.
Insert Mary Tyler Moore theme song music...She's gonna make it after all...