This is my 501st post, somehow I hit the half centenary of inflicting my ramblings on you without even noticing.
I am frustrated and annoyed and impatient, thought I’d let you know. I don’t always tell you when I’m not having a ball but here’s what’s happening at the moment. The first couple of weeks after the wee accident I was too sore to actually worry about anything else. Now is another matter entirely. I’m feeling better in myself but I’m not able to do all the things that I take for granted. I’m a potter, it’s how I describe myself, but I can’t pot, I made two mugs yesterday before the pain left me shaking and crying. Makes me feel pathetic, I know, patience is required but knowing it doesn’t help me get it. What worries me now is the orders that I have that have deadlines. I’ve contacted people to explain and I know that they have all said that I’m not to worry and not to rush it but in my head I am worried. I pride myself on doing the things that are asked of me for the time they are asked for, I know it’s completely an accident and nothing can be done about it and I know that everyone understands the problem but it doesn’t make me feel any better. I just don’t want to let anyone down, they are ordering special things for special occasions and it’s quite a responsibility when you stop and think about it. That’s my problem, too much time spent stopping and thinking. I should be spending the time making plans and thinking about the future but I keep getting coming back to the “ahhhh I can’t do…..”.
So I’m trying to stay positive and look for ways round it. I’ve been scouring my local potter connections and I think I’ve got someone or maybe some two who’ll come and throw the big order for me next week, fingers crossed. I reckon that I should by then be able to decorate them, and though it’s still pushing it time wise I think I can do it. There are some great people around you know no matter what the grim news tells us all day every day the world is not a bad place.
I don’t want to make it sound a bigger deal than it is, in the grand scheme of things it’s a tiny insignificant thing. I just thought that I would let you see this not so jolly side of potting along with all the fun and games that are usually going on. So that’s that, end of fed-up-ness, as of tomorrow jolly jolly, think positive, chin up etc. Off to get the frozen towel to put on my neck for another 5 minutes, sticking to the osteopath’s instructions, so far so good.