If you have ever done Preschool Crafts with me or Scrapbooked with me long into the night, you are well aware that I have issues when it comes to adhesives. This one time I was a scrap night with my pals and it was long past midnight. I was so frustrated with some letters I was using. I had applied double sided tape to the letters, and after hours of cutting I had lost the letter I needed most. Could not find it anywhere. Looked under the table, cleaned up my spot, went through the trash…nothing. My friend looked at me with that expression you save for someone who tried hard but never quite gets it. You know what I mean – that awkward kid who just wants to be cool but never will. She had sad eyes and a sympathetic smile as she reached over and peeled an alphabet letter from my hair.
It had become stuck in my curls – forever lost had it not been for the keen eagle eyes of my friend.
I have been known to glue things together that needed to be separate, this list includes my fingers, left nostril and a lock of hair to my eyelid.
I am adhesive challenged.
It’s Ironic because I am typically the glue that holds things together.
My friend had made this comment to me the other day. He said reading some of my stuff is scary because he knows I am holding everything together like glue.
I am the Krazy Glue in most situations waiting or rather wanting to be rescued.
The thing is, I fancy myself as Princess Elizabeth. The Great Robert Munsch Heroine, The Paper Bag Princess who rescues the prince and then dumps him because he is a jerk and she lives happily every after.
I have been doing a lot of rescuing lately. When I say lately I mean the past year.
I sat back and took stock of the gluing I had been doing and how well it was working. Typical me fashion, it was holding well, but not in the correct placement. I was feeling the stress of a situation that I didn’t really like, didn’t ask for, nor did I particularly care if this situation continued. So why was I keeping it glued together?
Great question. I asked myself the same thing.
I held this together to see if I could do it. Did I accomplish it? Yes.
I held this together to see if I liked it. Did I? No – it clashed with my values.
I held it together to ease the strain of others. Did it help? Yes.
Do I regret it? No. I learned a ton about myself, others and realized I have a set of beliefs that cannot be swept aside for cash.
I like that about me.
I unglued myself today. It felt like the right thing to do. It was hard doing it, admitting to ungluing. But it was done in such away that bridges are not burning down around me and respect was gained. In the end I did it for me and I know I did the right thing.
I am going to sleep well for the first time in 6 months. Why? Because I rescued myself.