Ok, so I really couldn't find monsters last week. However, Crazymakers I can see clearly.
The Crazymakers in my life have to have a relationship with everyone they meet. Everyone. Now, I know the name of my hairdresser, but I could not tell you the names of his kids. Heck, I didn't even know his last name for a while. I could not tell you the name of my mail man. I recognize people at the grocery store, but I don't know their life history. I do know people who work at the quilt store, but really not all that well. But my crazymaker friends know everyone and everything about everyone.
Maybe it is rude, but I am just not that interested. I have enough on my own plate without knowing about everything about everyone I ever meet. I have good friends who I like and support and know very well. But just a few.
I have been working lately, even before reading this chapter, on limiting my "toxic" relationships. There are times when I feel like other people are trying to take over my life. I don't like that and am resisting it more and more.
Anyway, I have a bunch of kit quilts to finish up as the result of a crazymaker. I suppose taking the time to finish them is still giving in somewhat, but I invested time and money into them, so I feel like I should finish. Better start sewing...