Bit more of a diary entry, but I thought it might help to post this to get it out of my head, as well as if anyone wants to share experiences from rough periods, and maybe what helped them through or look ahead to brighter days.
Normally, my collection is a small piece of joy in my life. Something personal, something almost secret that I get a sense of accomplishment or satisfaction from expanding or completing. Whenever I get in a unique item I was missing, a very obscure finishing touch, or even simple things I enjoy, it adds a spark to my day to see them fall into place with what I collect.
With life events recently, lots of work stress, loss of a lot of personal time, and family issues, itâs been much harder to find that joy in the little things.
A few times in the past couple of weeks, an item would arrive in the mail- something I was so incredibly excited to have purchased, and very eager to add it to the collection when it would arrive- only to now feeling rather hollow when I receive it, and not even wanting to look at it as I feel I am betraying my collection in a sense, by not having the same energy or enthusiasm about it as I want to have. Now these items have piled up, unopened, until I suppose I can muster up the focus or the energy to engage with them with a little bit of happiness. Until then it just doesnât feel right, in the spirit of things.
I donât intend to be sappy and sad and spread bad vibes to the forum, but Iâll put this here as a way to put my thoughts down on paper and for anyone in the future who goes through something similar who may stumble across this, you arenât alone, people can and do resonate with how youâre feeling and whatâs going on in your life, too.
Thanks for reading, all the love and all the best,
Red

