Self Help Burnout

Is it possible to overdose on self-help?  I have been obsessing over "who I am, what's my purpose," blah, blah, blah, while listening to every type of self-help I can get my hands on.  Why?  Hell if I know.  Guess I feel I should be making myself a better person.  Why?  Hell if I know.  I haven't killed anyone, I'm kind, well...except for the periods of mass peri-menopausal breakdowns.  Instead of just connecting with other women, I am sitting in my studio playing with dolls and talking to the dog.  Not that I am knocking that, but I think it's time I get out of my comfort zone and talk to people who don't pee on a wee-wee pad.

While searching for myself, I came across an idea I had in 2012.  I wanted to make my metal dolly mamas into wood dolly mamas.  Like most of my ideas...it ended up in a drawer.  Then I came across a bag of cut-up fabric I picked up at Goodwill for $2.00.  I have always been drawn to, as my daughter used to say, "Old dead people’s stuff".  I love the possible stories that are tied to everything.  For example, the fabulous fabric on this skirt was made from a pair of pants that someone had hand-sewn and then cut apart at some point.  I wonder what her story was.  Why did she cut her pants up?  Was she having a bad week, too?  Did she eat too much chocolate and not fit into them anymore?  And then I wondered...”One day, will someone find this dolly mama at our local Goodwill and wonder what my story was?” Anyhoooooo....What was I talking about?  Oh...never mind, I'm starting to bore myself!  I guess the moral of this story is to stop trying to be better and realize we are good just the way we are.  Maybe I should start listening to my own advice before my daughter donates me to Goodwill!