that stung

The other night, somebody whose opinion I value despite myself declared that I was a "consuming" rather than "productive" person. Being a (self-)rigtheous bitch I immediately launched into self-defensive mode, knowing only too well that I keep postponing creative or "self-improving" projects infinitely, coming up with the lamest of excuses. Recently, or rather for the greater part of this year, I've experienced a veritable roller-coaster of emotions. Some people are great at channelling their negative energies into something tangible and ultimately satisfactory simply by working themselves silly. Unfortunately, I'm the (rare?) type of person who's at her most creative when she has reached some sort of emotional equilibrium and feels happy and secure. Right now, neither applies, alas.In lieu of great World-changing projects I got down to a mini-project of sorts last night by snipping up the (carnelian?) necklace K. from the Book Club donated recently, combining the beads with others I already had and recycling it all into a new dangly necklace I'm wearing to the office today together with the white blouse and pin-striped trousers I bought yesterday at H&M. They are from the new "picked by Madonna and crew" collection and both really comfortable.

Sometimes I wish I had somebody right next to me to give me a daily kick in the behind.