My mom thinks I am old. I think it’s because I knit, wear Mr. Rogers sweaters and drink tea. She says old, I say relaxed.
Tea is delicious. Sweaters are warm. And knitting? Well, that just relaxes me. It’s become a therapy.
Everyone needs therapies. These are my three go-to therapies:
1. Walking/petting/cuddling with the dog
Have you seen my dog? She’s absolutely adorable and there are few, if any, people who make me feel more loved. Every single day when I get home, she jumps and wags her tail and wants to play with me. She is so excited that I am home and that’s an amazing feeling.
She knows when I need some kisses and they come in an abundance when I do. She will lay with me and just let me hug her. She will just curl up in my lap (a 60-pound lap dog) and let me know that she is there for me.
As a women, aren’t those all the qualities we need in a best friend? Someone to be excited to see us, always be there for us, and listen to all of our problems?
2. Writing – either in my journal or here on the blog
I guess this means that you all are stuck with me whether you want to be or not. Writing in my journal and my blog are two different experiences for me, but both are escapes for me.
I turn to my journal when I need to figure stuff out. When I’m mad and can’t pinpoint the exact reason why, I write it out. I don’t like to just be mad; I need to rationalize my anger or – on very rare occasions – admit that I am wrong.
As far as my blog goes, that’s a place for me to escape; a chance for me to use my imagination a little and focus on something that I really enjoy. See, you guys are helping me out and you don’t even have to listen to my problems! Lucky you guys and gals!
This is probably the therapy with which you are least likely to identify. I get that.
Back in the high school day, I was a soccer super star. But, in the Spring of my Junior year, soccer became too overwhelming for me. I quit my club soccer team because it was becoming a 5-day-a-week thing with an hour-long commute and I wanted to have somewhat of a normal high school life, if only for a small portion of my high school career.
Well, with quitting came less training and apparently I didn’t exactly shine on my high school team senior year (after winning States in the fall of junior year). Twice, in both of our two big games with our rivals, I was put on the field and pulled off of the field as a “mistake.” Not exactly a confidence booster.
So I learned to knit. It gives me something to do with my hands. I get really fidgeting when I get upset. Tapping fingers and toes, pulling loose threads, and biting nails. Knitting makes my fidgeting productive which tends to make me feel a little better.
And there you have it. I may be an old soul, but I enjoy every minute of it.