I Don't Even Have a Small List.
Don't worry, I'm still here. My fabulous new life in DC has kept me from writing. Some would say that it was a lack of interesting news, but that's never stopped me before..
I've been keeping myself busy with staying up late reading, watching movies, knitting, and general interneting, and sleeping in ridiculously late. My mom pointed out today that it's like I'm in another time zone since my day starts around the time hers ends. I figure it gives her some alone time. I finished a scarf today (after learning how to bind off from a website, check me out!), and started another. I spent about a year and a half in this yarn store in capitol hill, and finally bought one skein of green yarn for $20. Now, $20 seems like a lot of money for a ball of yarn to me. Maybe it's just because I know that you can buy an entire scarf for that much, and you don't actually have to knit it yourself, but come on. I'm counting on cheap yarn in Guatemala. At any rate, this scarf was supposed to be for someone else, but I love how it's looking so much that I might end up keeping it. Who knew I would like green? Sorry Ian.
I was watching Beth's Project Runway on the tv tonight and I realized that all the beautiful tv people had one thing in common. They all had this passion for design that had been with them since they were children. They all talked about how this was some big dream for them, and design was what they always knew they were meant to do. This made me realize that I don't have any passions or talents like that. This leads me to believe that there may be something wrong with me. I mean, I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Not even a little idea, or a small list to chose from. I guess a more appropriate word for a small list would be "short". Suggestions?


2 Comments:
No suggestions, but this is something that has always bothered me too - I don't have a "calling", per se, while so many of my friends do. I'm working on living with it and just changing careers when I get sick of what I'm doing.
It may be telling that when people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I'd respond, "happy." And that I'm pretty good at, most of the time.
20 dollars! that is ridiculous, i hope its a shitload of yarn, the last yarn i bought cost 4 bucks. doesnt knitting rock?
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