The Closest I’ll Get To Skydiving

Sometimes your illness forces you to jump out of the plane. So to speak.

I’ve dreamed of opening a shop on Etsy for about 10 years — ever since I was a teenager, when  Etsy was a much gentler beast.

Over the past few years, it’s something that started floating around my brainspace more often. Like a sensible person with no bodily barriers (or so I thought), I figured I would save up and eventually quit my job to follow my dream.

Yeah.

The problem with that plan is that I was already sick. I didn’t realize how much of my day-to-day weirdness was symptomatic of pushing my body too hard — but it was.

In terms of my health, I’ve been at a pretty low point for a long time. It’s crazy to think I’d do anything to be able to walk 30 minutes even once a week , when I used to love racing against myself to push down my 5k time. (I still remember getting under 30 minutes after someone had doubted my ability to run 5k at all; it was an amazing feeling.)

The last several months have driven home a difficult realization —  I’m not making a recovery anytime soon. Now, taking the plunge has become an act of necessity.

So many systems in my country and province are broken or inadequate. I’m much too sick to leave my apartment to work, yet I’m not considered sick enough to receive any kind of support or assistance.

So I’m doing the only thing I can think of to support myself: I’m opening an Etsy shop.

It’s been a lot of hard work, there’s a lot more to be done. But if I can’t afford to simply rest, I want to put my (limited) energy into something I love. And anyone who knows me knows I loooooove yarn.

I’ll be announcing the launch of my Etsy shop soon, but in the meantime, check it out here: instagram.com/tablehaute  .

I’m hoping I’ll be able to blog more often as well going forward, but as any spoonie knows — no promises!

I hope you’ve all had a good week so far, and that you’re looking forward to the weekend. I know I am!

 

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