Today is known as Blue Monday. For many, it can feel like the ‘darkest’, coldest and loneliness day of any year. Little to look forward to and a reluctance to struggle on.
Although I’d forgotten by the time the day came around; Thursday 6th February 2014 was officially ‘Time to Talk Day’. To be more precise; it was set as date for people to share and discuss the taboo subject of Mental Health. But as as a good friend of mine said on her own blog that day; it’s not solely about saving and waiting for this one date… Mental Health is a topic that can be discussed on any day and that, really, is the whole point. To get people talking. To continue working towards overcoming the errant stigma and that is why I am writing right now.
For those of you who don’t read or follow my other blog, I’ve been attending one-to-one counselling sessions for the last month or so, in order to address some of the issues I’ve faced for much of my life (mostly revolving around anxiety and fear, leading to stints of depression). I won’t go in to any of that on these pages but, last week’s one-hour session included an interesting discussion on the art of achieving Perfection…
I’m not afraid to admit that I’m quite a perfectionist myself, even when I let the odd minor detail slip or slide with my woodwork. But, apparently, perfection does not exist; it is impossible to achieve. For that reason, we should all be looking to achieve something else – not just with our work but, in our every day lives – our own, personal excellence.
Why am I such a terrible procrastinator?! It’s been over three-months since I started this simple pine box for storing bathroom cleaning equipment yet, this is hardly the first instance in which I’ve been known to start one project and to then ignore it for many, many months (there’s still an unfinished fruit bowl in my workshop, somewhere!).
If I’m honest with myself, I really haven’t been in the mood to do any woodworking for a long time. It probably goes back to when I finished college (which I really enjoyed) two-years ago, and perhaps also the lack of reception following the two furniture exhibitions I was involved in that summer. I’m moving back to my mum’s in a couple of months (to save money, cut down on overtime hours and it’s also closer to the workshop) but, that’s only really a temporary measure until she sells up. At which point, I also expect to lose my workshop. I just cannot bear the thought of taking everything with me… Anywhere. Of course, I’ll hold on to all the hand and power tools that I can carry; it’s mostly the larger stuff that will have to go. I may just look at ‘down-sizing’ to working with power tools alone… Expect a further post on this nearer the time!
For now, I have reignited some desire within me to finish this bathroom box at least…