My Nanna is deft at crocheting. I’ve tried to learn for over a decade. I’ve tried. I’ve tried again. I bought books. I asked Nanna to show me, I even filmed her crocheting in the hope I would get it. But I failed to master even a simple Double Crochet. She says, with surprise,“I don’t understand why you can’t do it. It’s really simple.”
I’ve held onto the learn to crochet book. Year after year, I’d lament my failed efforts. Year after year, I’ve hung onto hope I will one day learn to crochet. All I ever wanted was to be able to craft an Afgan rug (sometime known as granny rugs). I can’t be that hard… can it?
Late last year, I finally realised that that book represents who I want to be. I want to be a skilled crafter who whips up pretty rugs in an evening while watching The Two Ronnies. That’s why I couldn’t let the book go. It held a dream of the person I wanted to be. Once I realised that, things changed. I set about becoming that person. I booked into crochet lessons. Four lessons, with the promise of having the basics at the end – enough to be able to craft that frickin’ Afgan. I hoped.
And last night, I thought, I’ll just try once more…
…BINGO…. I got it. It’s like riding a bike.
I can finally crochet! I get it! Well, DC at least
It’s like Dr Phil says: Today will be a changing day in your life!!
What are you holding onto with hope? What do you own that holds a promise? What have you conquered?