Adulthood

rayon chenille warp

rayon chenille stash

When I was a child I could hardly wait to grow up, be an adult, be....free.

The problem is, there is just exactly as much freedom when you are an adult as when you are a child.

You still have obligations, responsibilities...stuff you'd rather not do but must.

Being all grown up means that you finally understand that life isn't fair and it isn't free.  If you want something you have to work for it, one way or another.

Being an adult means that you must engage your own sense of responsibility, not rely on a parent or boss to remind you of what needs doing and when it needs to be done by.

You are in charge of your schedule, your long range goals, your success at meeting your deadlines.

So this week I'm going to practice being an adult.  In spite of the fact I am tired of making scarves, I still need some at a lower price range than what I have been making.  In spite of the fact I really don't much want to work with rayon chenille, I have a full shelving unit full of the stuff.  In fact, the two boxes beside the shelf are also full of rayon chenille.  In spite of the fact I don't have the range of colours I would like to have to work with, I am going to use the limitation of colours as a design inspiration and do the very best I can with what I have on hand and use up some of this yarn!

And, because I am practicing to be an adult, I will do it with the best grace I can manage, be happy I'm not spending yet more money on yarn, that I'm using up stuff I paid for many years ago, that I will be reducing my stash.  And I will choose to be happy about that, not resentful because I would really rather be doing something else entirely....