Somewhere in my head there is a cheezy, yet appropriate, quote: “One’s dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but cannot be taken away unless it is surrendered.” (Michael J. Fox). Bonus points if you can identify where/when/what character said this. Post to comments.

I had to walk a familiar line with some of my personal relationships last night. It’s uncomfortable, confusing, and frankly, something I don’t like having to do- if it gets to the point where the line is hard to walk, then I’ve already made some mistakes. I did what my gut told me was right, and what I believe was the appropriate, respectful, and honest thing to do. I feel like an asshole this morning, like I didn’t properly respect some other people’s feelings, but only because I surrendered my judgement of the situation to someone else.

On a lighter note, Wednesday night this week I dug out my mom’s 1950’s era sewing machine (that I used to know how to operate) for a quick sewing refresher. Getting all domestic is so satisfying…

At the MUD Sewing for Guys workshop. Life in Missoula is good.