I’m not sure when it started or why. I’ve dabbled in crochet a few times over the years. A scarf here, a hat there. A few years ago, I remember trying to crochet Christmas gifts for my mom and mother-in-law. Now that I think about it, I don’t think they ever wore them! I don’t blame them though.
However, over the last 6 months or so, I’ve increased my crafting to the point of obsession. It’s become Theraputic for me. Late nights in quiet, just me and some yarn. In fact, this blog and my new IG account were definitely born out of a late night hooking session. I got so tired of my Facebook feed being filled with current events – I unfollowed a ton of junk, joined multiple crochet groups, and now it’s about all I see. Hashtag: Goals! Some of the pieces I’ve seen now I could have never dreamed. Shoutout to “Not Your Grandma’s Crochet” on Facebook! Now I crochet to shut off my constantly running brain. It’s almost like a man’s “Nothing Box”, where they can zone out and not think about anything. My husband says I’m touching the box, but not quite inside of it. It’s fascinating to me, so I’m happy to experience some part of it.
So anyways, I want to encourage you to find something you enjoy. I’ve been numb for so long, I don’t even know what gives me joy anymore. I’m still working on it. I just go through the daily motions of life. I don’t have an artistic brain like my mom, I got my dads analytical brain. But apparently my dads mom was an avid crochet-er, so that’s cool! I’m going to continue to hook and expand on finding things that bring me joy. I hope you do too.
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