What do you make?
Reading? Writing? Meals? Gifts? Recreating?
Last year at this time I was working on my first quilt top and a flood of memories resurfaced with some included in this post. That first quilt was for a very special birthday boy and as I created, I realized that many of my sewing skills were extinct.
From a self-assessment, I worked on sewing straight lines. The type of fabric mattered. So did the thread. And then all the possible dials on the sewing machine including the tension between the thread from the spool and the thread from the bobbin. And yet I practiced. I persevered. I was willing to put in the time to improve. I was willing to develop my own learning progression. I was willing to be vulnerable.
Like life, tools matter in order to make sure that the threads are interlocking.
Whether glow in the dark dinosaurs . . . Quilt number 1.
Or elephants . . . Quilt number 2 in progress.
My year has been filled with growth.
No artificial, meaningless numbers.
No arbitrary sequence to follow.
Voice and choice in what I was interested in.
Branching out to follow my passions in small ways (60+ table runners).
The pleasure of gifting.
The pride in creating.
The knowledge that I can!
No deficit thinking here!
When have you put off something new because of uncertainty or fear? When did you know that you COULD do it? What new work do you plan to take on?
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for this daily forum during the month of March. Check out the writers and readers here.