I bring you an interruption from the regularly scheduled programming for a short anniversary celebration – and some reflection (what would a blog be without some sort of navel-gazing? Nothing, I tell you).
- After 21 years of allowing myself to think that I am incapable of waiting, it turns out I have a level of patience most saints would envy. (Okay, maybe not saints, but the beatified probably wish they could tap into my reserves of composure.) If I could spend hours upon hours untangling knots without being driven to insanity, or do hundreds of crunches and not immediately look like a Bowflex ad, then I could definitely not fly off the handle for minor inconveniences.
- I have limits. But I learned how to push them safely. Due to some overly complicated medical history stuff, I always assumed that I would never be able to do things like run long distances or do long workout classes without getting sick, so I just didn’t do them for fear of being the “wimp” who took too many water breaks or passed out in public. Now, I’m better at deciding what I can and can’t handle, and finding safe ways to push myself. The same goes for knitting! I used to think that I was just afraid of trying new things, but it turns out that’s my absolutely favorite part of knitting – picking up a new and confusing pattern and gaining a new skill.
- In that same vein, I learned when to walk away. This was a particularly hard lesson for me, and one on which I need to take a refresher course from time to time. Nothing is to be gained by pounding yourself into the ground (whether that is a literal pounding, with countless numbers of power squats because you feel lazy and slow, or figurative, with a freaking sweater that will not freaking unfrog itself without becoming tangled eight freaking million times – ahem). Things will still be there when you come back in a better frame of mind.
- You can always find a way to express yourself, regardless of the medium or situation. When I first started working out and knitting, both of my forays into those worlds were pretty cookie cutter. I ran a couple times a week and then did weird stuff on top of an exercise ball; I knitted a scarf. I liked both of those things, but when I really started to get excited about both of my hobbies was when I found a way to bring my other interests into the equation. This has helped me a couple of times in medical school – I get to do my anatomy doodles, and sometimes I even throw in a really cool powerpoint.
In some ways, I know that I’ve got a long way to go when it comes to being well-adjusted and normal, but hey – at least I’ll squat and knit my way toward it. (: