It's Been a Hot Minute
Just over three weeks since I last posted. In that time I wrestled, again, with the idea of having a blog. It’s something I do all too frequently. I dip my toes in with a post or two and then convince myself that I have nothing valid to write about. My life isn’t happening in the fast lane, it’s not trendy or filled with numerous appointments or events. Why do I feel that my small, quiet life is insignificant? Well kids, that’s another question to add to the list of questions I ask myself since the pandemic and turning 60.
Aging is a part of life and it’s never been a nagging question until this year. This makes me question whether it’s about turning 60 or dealing with the past two years when the world stopped in its’ tracks because of a pandemic. Relationships with my family members has always been important to me, even more since 2020.
Prior to the pandemic I spent too much time feeling slighted if I felt people didn’t appreciate what I did for them. On January 1st of this year that stopped.
I’m also putting more thought into what I make, give, do for people. Just because I love a particular craft doesn’t mean that I need to gift them with it. They may not have the same love for it that I do and that’s fine. These are the folks I love and cherish so when I create something I make sure it’s a gift they’ll use and enjoy. Does that make sense? My Mom, bless her, loved to crochet. She’d crochet for everyone. If Mom was into crocheting ponchos, then everyone got a poncho whether they liked it or not. People accepted the gift with a feigned smile to make her happy. Using my Mom as an example isn’t great because EVERYONE loved my Mom. She was one of the sweetest and most pure souls to grace this planet. I miss her dearly.
Mom and my younger sister in 1969. Sofa cushion cover, afghan and a couple of patriotic crocheted ponchos in this picture. Oh yes, and the doily on the end table!
This has been a jumble of my thoughts. It's how I roll and how I'm getting back into this blog. Welcome to what makes this 60 year old grandmother tick.
Peace,
Nim
