Wow. Really? A year and a half since my last blog post. Huh.
I don't even know where to begin. It's been a year of change and growth and love and pain and lots of darkness but even more light. I've barely picked up my knitting needles and when I have, I was completely uninspired. There was just too much else going on in my periphery to produce even an iota of creativity out of this exhausted brain.
So, let's see...
I saw my way out of a six year relationship. It was absolutely devastating. I won't mince words where this is concerned. It truly was a dark time and only now, being on the other side of things, can I look back and see how far I've come. I've learned more about myself in the many heartbreaking moments since then than I have in my entire 34 years. However, the clarity, calm, and confidence that has taken over my being has made the gut-wrenching journey completely worth it.
I lost 100 pounds. It has been exciting, frustrating, rewarding, and a helluva lot of hard work. I've never been more focused on anything in my entire life. I've got a little bit further to go and I have no doubt that I will reach my goal. Giving up a social life to spend what little free time I have at the gym was a small price to pay to feel like myself again.
My day job has become all-consuming. It sort of always has been, but it's just been even more intense in the last year, sapping any last ounce of creativity that may have been knocking around in my brain, leaving virtually nothing left for designing or knitting. Even something as simple as garter stitch took too much concentration. No lie.
So...yeah. That's my last year in a nutshell. I get tired when I think about it, but I also feel a strange sense of pride too. I can do anything I set my mind to. I didn't always fully grasp that concept, but I certainly do now.
But, hey, on a lighter note, I crocheted this hat this evening! It's the first thing I've completed in a VERY long time. And even though it's completely unoriginal, I felt such a sense of accomplishment when I wove in the last end. And tomorrow I get to gift it to the sweetest & orneriest little 2 year old in Skagway on her birthday. Totally worth it.
Who knows? This may have been my creative reawakening. It IS the beginning of our winter season, after all. My favorite time of year.
P.S. Hi Laurel!