Fiddling?

while Rome burns or am I testing my own belief? I spent yesterday sewing which is something I haven't done for years. I fancy myself a quilter but what have I produced? What have I completed that is worthwhile? Quilting is a metaphor for my life. I sewed up my life in my work for the ten years and what did I complete that is tangible and worthwhile? My talents and abilities helped many people day after day but what did it mean to me? Did I receive any real pleasure from it? Any accolades for such good and precise work? I don't kid myself in any way - my work was very good as it always is. It has been my personal life which I let flow away in the guise of work being all. Work has been like a quilt top which is well made and interesting to look at but has been left unquilted so it is only half done. My personal life is a UFO. Now I need to believe that my quilt of life is worth finishing.