All I want to do is knit. That's all. I don't want to come in to work. I want to put on cozy socks and a warm hoodie, make myself a pot of french press, put on some music and knit for hours. I want to finish my current knitting project (a pair of sleeves, the pattern is from a book on loan from dear Sarah SD). I want to make fingerless gloves for my sister for her birthday. I want to make more scarves for all the people whose lives inspire me to create patterns just for them. I want to knit myself a hoodie. I want to try new patterns and yarns and techniques. I want to buy and borrow books with more and more elaborate patterns and projects. I want to knit a bath mat for the bathroom that, one day, I won't have to share with two little girls (who I love dearly, just for the record).
I want to be creative. I want to watch my creativity click and clack back and forth, row by row, in front of me the same way I watch these words appear on the screen as my thoughts transfer from neuron to neuron until they reach my fingertips. I want to express myself in as many ways as possible. Because I have thoughts and ideas and paintings and songs and stories and scarves inside my head just waiting to be set free!
I just don't have the time. Or rather I have not made the time. So I will make time. Because all these things waiting inside me are driving me crazy! They beg, entreat, beseech and implore me to get up. To do something about them–do something with them. To stay up late or get up early and CREATE. To acknowledge my Creator by creating, using the gifts He's given me.
And there are so many reasons not to. There are so many excuses. And they all are true-ish. They are plausible arguments in favor of waiting to create. Waiting until I have a place of my own where I can spread out and create spaces for each of my creative endeavors. Waiting until the more pressing tasks and chores are completed. Waiting until there is money to purchase books, yarn, patterns when I have so much left over yarn that it wouldn't be any sort of challenge to make something with what I have left over.
I am done waiting to be set free. I am ready to create. To give these ideas and projects places to live and room to breathe fresh, clean, ocean-infused air.