I am not afraid. I am not afraid to take out the screws and open up the machine. I am not afraid to remove pieces and poke at the cogs. I am not afraid to search the Internet for the part required and order it. I will not be afraid to replace this part when it arrives (found a tutorial online).
A quick call to a sewing machine repair shop and the price comparsion braced my courage, ordering the parts for $16.65 (shipping included) versus a $120 repair bill.
So, I'm looking at the pieces laying around the upended machine, the inner workings bared for all (me) to see. It makes the mind wander over the metaphors such a scene can conjure . . . . and I am not afraid.
I both turned 50. We've embraced this birthday along with the stronger prescription for glasses, easily sparked aching joints, tired bodies; basic older ailments.
L. turned 18, graduated from high school, moved away to college and throwing us into an unexpectedly strong swirl of empty nest emotions. My heart has been as tender as my aging body; easily tired, vulnerable to bruising, quick to want to recoil and hide away.
Yet, as there are replacement parts to fix a broken machine time also heals the heart. L. has settled into his new normal and so have D. and I. We counteract the aging process by continuing our quest for a healthier lifestyle, getting good sleep and soaking regularly in the hot tub. Sewing has been a balm to my frazzled feelings, pouring my emotions into fabric as D. pours his into cooking. The results have been multiple quilts and fabulous meals.
I'm anxious to get my machine fixed because what was a panacea for the first year of college is becoming a productive hobby. I expect D. will continue to cook too.
What milestone have you recently reached?