I’m struggling, as I always do, to find time in my schedule. I have so many things I want to do, yet rarely have the amount of time I think I will have. There is also the problem of me mentally going “oh, I should do this” which sidetracks me and then X amount of time is gone.
It would be easiest to just turn my brain off, but that would be pretty boring! Besides, the stuff I create is great–it just ends up taking way longer than I think. The past month or so has been full of a lot of humbling in this area of project control. Never fear, there will, eventually, be great content as a result: Classes, videos, knitted projects completed, design concepts pursued, and who knows what else for your knitting life!
However, I am feeling humbled and frustrated by how hard it is to find the right balance. It seems like I play a giant game of whack a mole or pop up.
As I raced up the street following my Pilates class this morning I was thinking about knitting and getting to work at my desk. My thoughts were about the meet up I’d joined last night of a few local knitters who were launching their Esperance projects. Although I was a half an hour late arriving at JCCSF, I joined right in teaching one knitter the moebius cast on, and helping most of the other knitters with some aspect of that. In between we chatted about various things. Although I’d spent my day teaching at FIDM, I enjoy teaching, so was happy to pitch in so Linda could get her third (fourth?) Esperance cast on. I really enjoyed the opportunity to assist the knitters, especially since I’d not brought knitting of my own.
These thoughts were the interrupted by the patient mother and her young son (maybe 3 years old) as they followed the garbage truck down the sidewalk. I see them every week, and always admire the mother (she must wish she could be doing something else) and the garbage person (who graciously engages the boy at each bin/address) and the boy (for his passion). I wondered how long he would be fascinated by the garbage truck–was he destined to be an engineer, a builder, a garbage man, a lawyer?
I am extraordinarily fortunate that I am able to do what I love most days, and then spend my evenings enjoying my knitting life. But I am not a social knitter. I cannot do it in the presence of people who need my attention. I can read subtitles, read, talk to Mitch, watch TV, be in a public place, but I cannot engage people socially and knit. Tonight I’ll take knitting with me when we go see Neil Gaiman and although I will be annoyed by having to get up to let people into their seats, I will have no problem knitting.