Make Something.

This past week, I took on and finished a task I'd never have guessed at the start of this year - I built a bed frame out of scrap wood and some pallettes I found lying around.

See, I moved into this little cottage just days before the pandemic lockdown hit, and I've been living without real furniture and finding creative uses for cardboard boxes ever since. And I'll say this - having an actual bed is really lovely.

But making it also came with a neat side effect. I felt a lot better.

One of the main feelings I've had during these times is a kind of malaise of uncertainty. I'm in grief, processing the loss of the world we had before; still uncertain what kind of world we're going to have.

So many of us are going throught this same feeling, and I know I'm not alone.
But making that bed - making something tangible - shifted things for me a bit. In my room stood a physical, tangible artifact that was not there just 24 hours prior.

It stood, certain and unshifting, in sharp contrast to the world I'm processing though my head, my laptop, the bundles of fibre that spider around the world.

It was real, reminding me that I'm still here. Still real too. Still grounded. Two feet. Gravity. Here.

I don't know if you're similarly wired, but if so, maybe give making something physical a shot this week and see how it goes. I'd be curious to hear :)

Have a grounding week,

-Steven

p.s. The best thing I saw this week was episode two of Some Good News. The best part starts about halfway through. :)