Isn't it interesting?
Life is funny, isn't it? It flows like a river, constantly changing, never quite the same from one minute to the next.
I'm going through my old posts. Can you tell? I always seem to get this way when I do. And my posts have been so sporadic lately that the dreams within the posts have had ample time to come to fruition ... or not.
Etsy, for instance, falls under the "or not" category. I flat burned out. Not unusual, given my track record. But that's me, being unkind and unforgiving. Let's put it this way: Things have changed. And knitting has taken on a new life, really. I still knit, every chance I get. But the goal is different. I'm not planning on selling things online, like I had originally planned. I want to gift projects to the kiddos in my family. There are about to be 10 (count 'em, 10) nieces and neph-y-poos between my sister's fam and my brother's. I've started one major project for the as-yet-unborn 10th, and I plan on making my way up the chain, letting some of the older kids pick their own patterns. Though becoming an Etsy seller would have been exciting in its own right, stepping up to the plate and taking part in my nieces' and nephews' lives? That'll be more richly rewarding, to be sure.
Midwifery, however? Though it has not yet come to pass, it would still fall under the "Hells Yeah!" department. I still have every intention of going to school, getting my RN degree and certification, getting certified as a Pregnancy Yoga instructor, and making my way into the local CNM (Certified Nurse-Midwife) program.
And there have been exciting steps along the way, such as funding soon becoming available for my beautiful wife to go to school full-time, while I work to support us.
The way has not been only daisies and posies, though. Merry's mother moved in with us, and she and I are feeling out healthy and happy boundaries to our relationship. That hasn't always been easy. And now we, along with Merry's sister, are dealing with their Aunt's spiraling decline into the sad world of Dementia.
There's been a lot on our plates. Naturally, we've both been a bit edgy and more than a little saddened by what's going on. But I'm ready now to shrug off the mantle of frustration and anger that has been clinging to me, and to step into the sunlight of a new dawning. Or, as I put it to Nyyki, I'm finally ready to step out of the pity-pool, and start enjoying the dance of life again.
I'm going through my old posts. Can you tell? I always seem to get this way when I do. And my posts have been so sporadic lately that the dreams within the posts have had ample time to come to fruition ... or not.
Etsy, for instance, falls under the "or not" category. I flat burned out. Not unusual, given my track record. But that's me, being unkind and unforgiving. Let's put it this way: Things have changed. And knitting has taken on a new life, really. I still knit, every chance I get. But the goal is different. I'm not planning on selling things online, like I had originally planned. I want to gift projects to the kiddos in my family. There are about to be 10 (count 'em, 10) nieces and neph-y-poos between my sister's fam and my brother's. I've started one major project for the as-yet-unborn 10th, and I plan on making my way up the chain, letting some of the older kids pick their own patterns. Though becoming an Etsy seller would have been exciting in its own right, stepping up to the plate and taking part in my nieces' and nephews' lives? That'll be more richly rewarding, to be sure.
Midwifery, however? Though it has not yet come to pass, it would still fall under the "Hells Yeah!" department. I still have every intention of going to school, getting my RN degree and certification, getting certified as a Pregnancy Yoga instructor, and making my way into the local CNM (Certified Nurse-Midwife) program.
And there have been exciting steps along the way, such as funding soon becoming available for my beautiful wife to go to school full-time, while I work to support us.
The way has not been only daisies and posies, though. Merry's mother moved in with us, and she and I are feeling out healthy and happy boundaries to our relationship. That hasn't always been easy. And now we, along with Merry's sister, are dealing with their Aunt's spiraling decline into the sad world of Dementia.
There's been a lot on our plates. Naturally, we've both been a bit edgy and more than a little saddened by what's going on. But I'm ready now to shrug off the mantle of frustration and anger that has been clinging to me, and to step into the sunlight of a new dawning. Or, as I put it to Nyyki, I'm finally ready to step out of the pity-pool, and start enjoying the dance of life again.