A year of change.

On a cruise ship somewhere in the ocean.

I’ve never thought of myself as an exceptionally good writer. I’ve been posting my thoughts online for almost 20 years (insert comment about how the hell it’s been THAT long) and I’ve participated — and finished! — Nanowrimo multiple times, but I still don’t consider myself a writer. Why is this?

I recall something similar in my running groups. “I’m not a runner,” someone in the group would say. “I’m not very fast, and sometimes I need to stop and walk.” I’d be quick to tell them that no, getting out there, waking up at early o’clock on a weekend in the winter to run 3.1 miles when everyone else is sleeping, makes you a runner. A slow jog around the block after work makes you a runner. Even a quick dash from the end of the driveway and back makes you a runner. What’s the definition, and who makes it?

Rationally, I should believe I’m a writer because I’ve written fairly consistently over the years, right? No. In my head, I’m not a writer because I haven’t been published, I haven’t written for a fancy publication, and because I don’t have millions and millions of readers. Never mind that I’ve been somewhat consistent. A person who runs every day but hasn’t run a race is still a runner, so why don’t I apply that same logic to myself? Why do any of us apply this logic to ourselves in our particular interests or careers?

I’ve been in my own head too much these days, hence the lack of posting here. I’m looking to change direction in the content I write, because honestly, I find it hard to write about crafting. I’d rather write longer form, honest posts on life and how I’m living mine, in hopes that others can identify with the struggles I face. These days I struggle with being single in my mid-late 30s, which I never expected. But, who does? I’ve been honest about these struggles on Twitter and Facebook, but after reading this excellent post by Vicki Boykis, I want to document more of these thoughts on my own space. Maybe I’ll lose followers, but I’ve wanted to come back here for awhile now.

It’s only March, but 2017 has already been a year of change for me. New apartment, new job, new experiences. I hope to explore all these things in this blog. I’m glad to be back.

Snowy crafting.

Snow in my backyard.

Yes, we did get snow yesterday. As much as I’ve complained about winter over the years, I do enjoy it. I enjoy brisk winter mornings and seeing my breath as I walk outside. I love seeing snow falling as I sit indoors drinking tea. I don’t love clearing off my car or driving in snowy weather, but what I love overshadows what I don’t love.

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I spent a cozy evening crafting and watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix. I’m pretty much the last person in the world to watch this show, and though I’m only in the first season, I’m digging it so far. The theme song kind of gets on my nerves but I like the characters. It’s also great that the show takes place in New England! I’ve read about people complaining about the characters talking too fast but yeah, I’m totally used to that. I talk kind of fast on occasion as well.

Christmas stocking progress

I made some progress on my Christmas stocking, but I’m ripping back the red part of the toe. The foot’s a smidge too short for my liking, so I’ll repeat the pattern a bit before trying again. I’m so close to being done with this and I can’t wait to block it. Colorwork’s not my strong suit so I’m hoping a good soak and block will even out my stitches.

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I’m enjoying these quiet evenings by myself. I don’t usually like being alone and I greatly prefer being in the company of others, but I find I create more when I’m by myself. I’m grateful for the time I have to make things and I’m happy I’m becoming more comfortable on my own.

Crafty weekend.

This past weekend was excellent. Much like last Saturday, I spent this Saturday in New Hampshire with some of my knitting friends. I hadn’t seen a couple of them since 2014! We ate delicious food, caught up on our lives, and crafted all the things. I got home just after 9pm and I spent the rest of my evening knitting some more. A crafty weekend is the best kind of weekend.

Knitting myself a Christmas stocking!

I love colorwork.

I’ve spent most of my weekend knitting this project, the Falling Snow Stocking by Jennifer Hoel. I had initially started a different stocking, but the pattern called for sport weight yarn and I bought worsted, so the stocking was way too big. Nope. This one’s a much better size so far. I don’t have anything going tonight, and since we received a few inches of snow today, I’m hoping to finish this bad boy!

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I’m not really feeling Reverb this year. A lot of the questions are similar to ones I answered last year, and I really don’t want to repeat myself. Maybe I’ll try writing about what I craft each day, because yeah, I do craft all the time. I make more things at this point in my life than I’ve ever made before, and that makes me so happy.

Here’s a sneak peak at the other thing I worked on this past weekend:

Guess what these will be!

This is a craft I haven’t done in a long, long time, and I’m so excited I pulled out my tools this weekend! These will be for my NH knitting group’s swap in a couple weeks and I’m looking forward to seeing my friends again. I have been to NH so many times this month, but since I’m seeing friends, I don’t mind!

Sunday was filled with some of my favorite things — tea, knitting, podcasts/vlogs, and Christmas music. I felt so productive and creating makes me so happy. There’s not enough hours in the day for all the things I want to do, I swear! Hopefully tonight I create even more. I also need to wrap presents and I hope to make that creative, too. I love living a creative life.