It’s official, my brain is fried.
In the last month I have had 2 kids graduate, one from college, one from high school, each with their own whirlwind of parties and celebrations, and in the case of my high school age daughter, a gigabyte of photos. In addition to following around said daughter like a loyal papparraza, snapping photos until I thought my beleaguered DSLR would catch fire, there was so much driving, drinking (although not together), crying, eating, talking, clapping, crying, reminiscing, laughing, crying that when I finally took a breather I realized two universal truths.
The first universal truth is that they could start playing “Pomp and Circumstance” when I am riding the subway and I would start crying.
The second universal truth is that I absolutely need my knitting most during these stressful times to keep me sane. This seems counterintuitive since time is so limited and so much has to be fit into so few hours. But when I finally sat down to knit it was like my brain breathed a sigh of relief. It became a time to regroup, to think about all that had just happened, to organize my thoughts and just relax.
I have had people say to me “I just don’t have the time to knit” but I cannot accept that. I cannot accept that, not because I don’t believe that someone’s schedule is that chock-a-block full, but because we all need to shut out the world at some point and let our neurons regenerate. If we keep, going, going, going eventually we hit a wall. That’s when things start to unravel: appointments get forgotten, meals get burnt, and (God forbid) accidents happen. Even if you don’t knit (although I can’t imagine why you would be reading this blog if you don’t), take time to read, do yoga, garden, just stop and smell the proverbial roses.
You’ve done enough for everyone else. You owe it to yourself.
Julie, WY's Do-bee and store wordsmith.