My Happy Place
Creative ideas are swimming in my head right now. Some ideas about writing and expressing myself and maybe stretching my sentence muscles. I'm excited! As most of you are creative people, you get what I'm saying. We creatives, well we create. I might be first and foremost a knitter but I am creative and I dabble in art (minimally but still....) and I love the written word. I love picking up a novel and the excitement of not knowing where the story will take me or how I will feel about the story.
Sometimes I believe I have a story or two I could write. Just for me. That is what I love about these creative ideas of mine, they are mine and mine alone. I don't have to share them with others or have them critiqued by others unless I want that.
Knitting has always been for me my first love. I enjoy picking up yarn, picking a pattern and casting on. I rarely follow the yarn suggestions and I usually change something in the pattern. That is my creative license, my personal touch in my craft.
Knitting modifications can come from necessity, like when you are running out of yarn and know you cannot get more (or you refuse to get more). Sometimes you see a bobble and just cringe, so you skip that bobble and save a ton of yardage!
I've been resting my hand and wrist and I'm excited to report that it's 90% better. I am going to baby my hand for quite some time, probably until I see the doctor at the beginning of July, that just makes sense to me. I wear my splint religiously and do some simple range of motion exercises. I don't wear the splint while eating or cooking or sometimes I just want a breather. I believe the splint is helping :)
I've dabbled in some knitting (with the splint) and when I do, oh my goodness, I'm in my happy place. Who wouldn't be if that is what spins their world.?
Anyways, since the knitting has been scaled down, my creative thoughts and pursuits are bursting and bubbling out in other places. I'm caught up in snippets of memories and then twists on memories. I've been recalling the significant people who helped shaped me into who I am.
Lately I've kept a running tab of these ideas, in a notebook and I get giddy just imagining where they will lead. The mystery in creative pursuits leaves me spellbound. Even though the knitting has been minimal, that creative urge is spilling into other areas, I like that and I'm thankful for the diversion while I heal.