I am home.
My travels are over. And while I miss the heat and sun of my adventures, I am glad to be hunkered down in the far north for the final days of 2016. There is wood burning in the stove, fresh snow on the ground, and holidays. We are in the darkest hours of the year. I took this photo at 3:00 this afternoon. As you can see, the sun is well on its way down.
When I haven’t blogged in a while, I am always unsure of where to pick things up. I am super excited to share my adventures, but I also need some sort of debriefing—what just happened and why? Where do I go next? Consequently, while this was supposed to be the first post about my trip to China, it has turned into a bit of a self-analysis session.
I am an organized person in that I love listing and documenting and filing. One of my dream jobs is to be a librarian. To silently push volumes on carts through towering shelves of information—book bliss.
But I am not an organized person when it comes to getting things done ahead of time. I realize now that that has a lot to do with over-extending myself. Every idea, opportunity, experience that presents itself seems doable and desirable. So, I say yes. I think you would too.
I mean, if you could go to Beijing, China for a week and experience both their culture and their quilt show, I bet you would say yes.
So I say yes. And then I say yes again, and again, until the consequences of committing are coming at me from all angles—like enemy fire. Not really, but you know, there is a reason some of these obligations are called DEADlines.
This time, while burying myself under fabric, I pardoned myself from social media in a professional manner instead of lurching off into the dark the way I usually do. On October 8th, (Was it that long ago?) I actually wrote a blog post about it letting you all know I would absent for a bit. And so I was.
Another thing I have discovered about deadlines and obligations and saying yes is that the bits and pieces of your life that you drop while your head is down and your hands are stitching must at some point be picked back up. Dusted. Ironed. Cooked. Paid. Watered.
So, I have been doing that, and I am almost done. The aftermath of deadlines and commitments must be cleaned up—and that takes time.
I also see an emerging (potentailly bad) habit manifesting after I cross a finish line. I often take a break from quilting and wander off into other areas of fiber. The first time I drug myself across a major finish deadline, I tried to start an up-cycled sweater line.
If you want the full story on that escapade you can read this entry and then scroll down for links to all the other sweater stories.
In fact, I started this blog to document the sweater story. Have we really been together that long?
Two years ago, I took up knitting. I think I sat in my office for four months straight cruising Raverly, learning how to read a pattern, dreaming of the perfect top down sweater. I was procrasti-knitting AND on a Knit-cation.
Both experiences lead to Project Every Day—you know that thing where I wear only clothing I have made for 365 days.
While I do hope to get some knitting and clothing made, I am not going to take up beading or basket weaving this time. I think I can promise you that. I really need to stay on task and follow through with the next phases of my life—wrapping up the book, documenting Project Every Day, creating a new body of work that has been stewing for too long.
I will fix this. I know how. I will fabricate some new deadlines and obligations. It is the way I am wired.
One year, I gave myself the challenge of finishing a fourteen quilts for presents. Which resulted in a very fun quote project for Grandma Patt, my neighbor in McCarthy. Part one is here and part two is even better.
Instead, I plan to have a Walking Dead marathon with Son #3. Or maybe both?