True Confessions and Crochet
The other day I started writing an essay about my obsession with crochet and it turned into a discourse on how, sometimes, love hurts.
In writing this blog, things like that keep happening to me. I’ll begin a piece on what I think is a pretty specific topic and the words take me to a completely different place.
It only happens when the words are flowing like water from the tap. Forcing my way past some mental or emotional obstacle just doesn’t work for me, so when I hit a wall in my writing I have to save the piece and move on to another one.
But when the words flow…oh man. I’m learning so much about myself, like…
It’s okay to put myself first when I need to.
Anticipating emergencies does not make me weird.
Being loved by the world isn’t nearly as important as being loved by Pookie, Chewie, Dobby, and good ol’ me.
I’m loving this journey.
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