Tag-Teaming and Sculpey

Cameron and I have a knack for mood swinging and self-flagellation. Fortunately, we are on opposite cycles. Meaning, most of the time we are on level ground with each other. But when one is down, the other is feeling pretty strong and able to help. We've done this from the start and it's worked out well for us. The last few days it's been my turn to be down.

It seems so simple. Everyone should know it and not need to be given permission, but I did. I've been beaten down in the past and the after-effects still linger and raise their ugly little heads now and then. So, Cameron told me that I had every bit as much right to be who I am, as everybody else does. That my place, here and now, was just as important and it was OK for me to take it.

It's funny how that can matter and the impact it can have for someone on the slippery slopes of feeling worthless. The dark clouds roll away and sun begins to rise.

That's what led me to get some Sculpey. It's a modeling clay that hardens when baked. I used to make things with it and the mere process of molding it in my hands was calming and bode of fanciful notions ahead. Yesterday I bought some. I haven't started making anything yet, but it feels good just to have it nearby in case the inspiration hits me. It speaks of whimsy and freeing thoughts, whispering to me as it sits on my desk. The box has been opened, but the magic is still inside.