I realised today that I don’t actually enjoy crocheting. I like the speed and the end product, but I see the creation of each crochet stitch as a step towards my goal rather than a pleasurable process in itself. I’m not sure why I love to knit and do not love to crochet, and I’m also not sure why it took me so long to realise it. I have a tendency to just ‘put up with’ things, and it’s taken many years for me to realise (with help) that my feelings of comfort or discomfort are not insignificant.
I had a similar epiphany earlier this year, and decided to change my study from psychology to communications, majoring in creative writing. It took me two decades to realise that self-doubt and fear, rather than protecting me, were just stopping me from developing skill at something I enjoy.
I have knitting and food to share, and silly pictures of Sydney, but there’s plenty of time for that. In the meantime, let me know: have you had any epiphanies lately?