Can someone tell me why I can’t design patterns and knit for a living? With a little baking of cakes on the side? It makes me so calm.
Of course, I know why. For starters, I would be bored out of my mind within a week.
Argh. I hate my mind sometimes.
Ben, the coolest guy in my grade when I went to school in Tanzania, told me once that thinking builds character. Yes, he spoke to me (though I had no idea why, I wasn’t the most chatty type, nor particularly cool, back in those early teen days), and yes, he was a pretty smart guy, despite his very high popularity factor. It made a strong impression on me, him saying that thinking builds character. As you can see, I still remember it.
And it definitely does. What he left out, though, was that thinking also makes life very complicated. And hard. The instant gratification of designing a pretty knitting pattern just doesn’t do it for me, not in the long run. Not for longer than a couple of days at a time.
Tomorrow, I have to leave this place and face my complicated reality. And that is what will fulfill me in the end. Not these mittens. Even if they are pretty.
