I have so much to do nowadays, schoolwork takes all of my time. I don’t have a life at the moment. Well, that’s not exactly true; it just means I usually don’t have time to sew right now, which for me feels like not having a life. Last night I took some time, and worked on my 14th century kirtle. I sewed the back seam and started on the back gore – not much of a progress, but I felt a bit down, and went to bed early.
"A bit" is an understatement... How is it that you can feel perfectly happy and content one day, and the next it feels like your world is falling apart? My life is quite good; compared to many I have no reason to complain, but yesterday night I was overwhelmed by sadness. I’m better today, but the sorrow is not as far away as I’d wish. Disappointments are so depressing.