Every morning I look out the window at Petunia and I wonder: What have I done? My friends think I’ve gone off the deep end. Perhaps I have. I’m thinking of renaming Petunia to “Desperate Measures” or “The Bi-Polar-Express.”
Beauty and fear co-exist beneath the surface. You typically don’t have to scratch too far to find it, if you’re willing to look. It’s the peeling back of the layers that is so ungainly. It’s just easier not to.
Petunia and I seem to be taking a parallel journey right now through the mysterious corridors of reinvention. Let me just say that middle-aged unemployment during a global pandemic with over million people out of work in the U.S. isn’t for sissies.
What surprises me daily is the gamut of beauty, fear, overwhelm, curiosity and satisfaction that I experience on this journey. I’m learning as I go—studying books, participating in online forums and Facebook groups, watching YouTube videos, and spending waaaaay too much time on Pinterest.
All that aside for now, here’s the first thing that I had to accept as a vital element of any restoration (Petunia’s or my own):