Loose Ends

I’ve been frustrating myself all year so far, trying to push through exhaustion and work drama to start creating again. It hasn’t been going well.

I finally put some time aside to write a new post yesterday, and ended up staring at my wall for two hours.

And then I was hungry.

And then I needed to pee.

And then I was cold.

And then I gave up writing, bundled up in my blanket, and took a nap.

This blanket, I made for myself three years ago as an anchor piece for my then goal of moving out of my uncle’s house and getting my first place on my own.

I was an avid user of Pinterest at the time, and envisioned the snazziest interior decorating in my dream space, and everything would be yellow and gray, clean and contemporary.

I crocheted this blanket over the course of a couple months and through a rewatch of three seasons of 30 Rock. It’s roughly six feet tall and wide, and it reminded me to save up every day I saw it draped across my bed.

I finally got my apartment, moved out, and it has been the staple piece of the house for the past two and a half years. But I realized something yesterday.

I never finished that blanket.

There’s always that one part of your passion that you hate to do. Art isn’t all fun and sunshine, it is actual work sometimes. And when it comes to knitting and crocheting, I absolutely detest sewing in ends when I’ve completed a project.

It’s arguably the most important part. The piece isn’t finished until you’ve sewn in the ends. It’s so crucial, it’s a common figure of speech.

Tieing in/up the loose ends.”

Where else where that have come from if not the fiber arts? I hate it though. I’m far from the only one, but I sure feel like the only one so hellbent in just leaving piles of old projects around that would otherwise be complete and ready to sell, should I just sew in the ends.

I’ve been using this blanket for the past three years with strands of yarn sticking out of every corner where the colors change, just ignoring the fact that my work is incomplete. Just acting like nothing is wrong with it. Glossing over my longstanding lack of follow-through.

You know how the question stands, does life imitate art, or does art imitate life? I’ve always found consistencies between my creative processes and my life happenings.  I feel like through this blanket, I have hexed my own life.

 

Why can’t I get a coherent thought on paper? Why do I have more drafts than published articles on this site? Why does it take me longer than two hours to put together one post? It shouldn’t take a whole day, a whole week, a whole month for one post! Why am I so scatterbrained?

This blanket was my anchor. It was my motivation to step into the next chapter. But I didn’t even finish it. Because I was too lazy. Because I didn’t feel like doing it.  But it was my first step. I brought the bad energy of sloth into my house and life with that shoddy first step.

Nothing gets finished.

I’m too tired to care.

All my plants are dead.

And I just keep wrapping up in this frayed blanket, wondering why. Wondering when it will get better.

Life imitates art. At least it seems to in this case. And I need to tie up some loose ends. A lot of loose ends. A lot of stupid pieces of thread all over the place, driving me insane and disturbing my qi.

I’m getting my qi back, one thread at a time. I’m 10 down so far, and when I’m done I’ll post a picture of the finally-finished blanket. And then we’ll see if I warded off the lazieness out of my house so I can write more frequently, not kill my new plants, and get my other creative endeavors rocking. I’m knocking out three strands of yarn per day, and I should be done in a couple weeks.

 

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I Did It. Happy Spring.

Yeah, it’s been a while. I’m so sorry. Did you miss me? Probably not, but I’m back anyways!

I missed you. I missed writing. My head feels like it’s going to explode. But it’s okay. Because you know what, guys?

I’m a winner. I won. Me. Winning.

Why?

Becauuuuuse, guess who made it out of the winter without scales???

YOU GUESSED IT, THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE!!!

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This one.

I did it, friends! I accomplished my season’s goal of NOT mutating into a horrible, human/reptilian-hybrid creature. Because last year, mannn, LAST YEAR

Spring 2014 came around and my legs were so dry, you could light a match on my shin. I was looking like I just walked off an Animorphs book cover.

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It was bad, is what I’m saying. So bad that this year I set a goal to be less lazy. To try a little. To moisturize. To care. Just a smidge more. I really didn’t think I had it in me, honestly. I was fully prepared to just wear jeans everyday throughout the Spring and Summer just to go through the whole cycle yet again next year. It just wasn’t gonna happen. Lotion is too cold, limbs are too long, alarm clocks are too snooze-able.

But all of those doubts can shove it, okay?

I AM VICTORIOUS

And I’m also really soft, it’s pretty flipping rad. Like, you should feel me! Wait, does that sound wrong? It does.. It definitely does. Disregard that, I’m sorry. I just wanted to share my excitement with everyone, but I can’t. Shouldn’t. Won’t. No.

Seriously, don’t feel me. Keep your feels to yourself. Thank you.

But you can give me a high-five, because I so deserve one. You know I do. I’ll be expecting that next time I see you.

Before I go, I should acknowledge my support. I would like to thank: Lotion. The idea of putting my lotion on top of the heater. Water, which I decided to drink more of. Showers at night, where I don’t have to rush out of my house and be…of society. And my job, for understanding that I’m not functional before noon and scheduling me for evening shifts only. I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Here’s to next winter!