So as some of you may know I find stretching myself so far thin on projects/hobbies very comforting lol (seriously I love torturing myself apparently) Recently I took up crocheting. It’s seriously not as easy as I thought it would be. My first blanket… did not turn out how I had hoped. I spent countless days, and hours on it. Just for me to end up pulling it all apart. As I sat there pulling what would’ve been a very crooked blanket apart, I thought wow my arms are burning what a workout lol, and this is also something to be proud of, and admire.

I put hours into this thing. Why would I give out half ass work when I know I am capable of doing more? (I seriously considered it though) It’s a reflection of me, and my hard work. I also thought how I could apply this to many other areas of my life. I was so proud to see that ball of yarn grow smaller, and now here I was rewinding it to fix my mistakes.

Although, life isn’t always that easy. I took this as a metaphor for life. We weave our ways into many situations sometimes impulsively without thinking of the consequences. Thinking I’m too lost, too far in to start over and pull myself out, or to find my way back.

There will be tangles, and knots (believe me there were f*cking knots galore lol) but I was finally able to straighten everything out and start fresh. I was able to crochet everything back, and fix some things along the way, and possibly make something more meaningful. It has its own story, and memory now. I finally conquered the dreaded chain portion, and the single stitch! (Damn that chain though)

What I’m saying is take your time. Don’t rush things, and take pride in the work you put out. Don’t sell yourself short, and if you ever decide to take up crocheting after this… send me a picture of your first blanket so we can laugh together LOL!

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