Today was rainy and bleak. And I had a gift for a colleague at work that I had to finish. She is pregnant and imminently expecting. A boy. I cannot tat for a baby boy. Boo Hoo. So I had to make these with a crochet hook. It took some hours.
To reward myself, I then played around with some wound thread and practiced clunies.... That is always a reliable pick-me-up.
What is is about hobbies that are supposed to be fun, entertaining, creative, and relaxing? I seem to get stressed out as I tend to set goals for myself, and if I do not accomplish what I intend, I become anxious - typical Type A Idiocy!
The T.A.T, course is a perfect example. There is no time limit, yet I am barreling along at break-shuttle speed. Why? There is no logical explanation. I just want to get through it.
I am learning lots - but I wish I could be relaxed, not fretting about all the other things I could be tatting - like impossibly complicated doilies or earrings loaded with beads in places I would not know how to get them!
Perhaps it is all about time perception - thinking there is not enough time and yet, of course, there is. It is about prioritizing and perfectionism and wanting to learn at a greater rate than I am able. I am downright greedy for improvement!