I would use downhill skiing as an example, but I don’t ski.
I used to cross country ski, but I imagine that would be difficult for me these days, too. For one, I live in the flat south (although a sink hole was spotted not far down the road) and for two, I’m not in shape like I used to be. Yes, I used to be in shape. 🙂
Yep, some things came easy for me and some things never did. And I’m tired of the struggle. Ok, there I said it. I’m tired of doing hard things when so many easier things await. Things I enjoy. Things that are useful. And pretty. Like crocheted things.
Hats, and scarves, and camera cases …
… and pretty tote bags (post coming Thursday – Pretty Peacock Tote Bag).
Even Though It’s Easy
Maybe it’s all the health stuff, maybe it’s getting older, maybe it’s getting wiser, but I’m really tired. With the energy I do have from sunrise to sunset, I want to do what I enjoy, even though it’s easy.
Dear gravy, I wouldn’t want you banging your head against a crochet hook if you didn’t enjoy it, so why am *I* banging my head against multiple hard surfaces?
Maybe I’m not designed to do the hard thing. And maybe that’s ok? I don’t know, but I’m sure gonna give easy a try.
Cows of Condemnation
I’ll have a herd of condemnation to fend off, but since I’m fending it off while doing hard stuff, at least I have practice. And I can apply my still-in-training-wheels skills while I’m doing what I enjoy.
Fluttering by for now, on my way to the easy stuff,