Armed with knitting needles,and my husband at my side, I am embarking on a journey to find myself again. The struggles and successes of finding myself in the battle against Borderline Personality Disorder.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Finish What You Start...
I have always had issues with my bouts of crafting. I would never actually finish what I had started. In my craft/fishing room, I have UFO's of all different kinds. Two quilts, one scrapbook, two crocheted baby blankets, and tons of stamps. I now wonder why my husband says that I need a hobby--and then need to stick with it. When I find something new I am enthralled and obsessed with it. I want to do it all the time, much like a little kid with a new toy. Eventually the glimmer wears thin and it becomes old and not so interesting. I am hoping that the whole knitting thing isn't the same. Because I have quit smoking at the same time, I think this one might last. Or at least I hope it will. This is all ironically systematic of my BPD as well.
So I have beat my own stereotype and finished my first knitting project. I didn't tell my husband what I was making, but in true Suzy style, I gave in and told him half way through. To help my battered ego, he told me that he could tell what it was. I made a Transformers dishcloth. However, will probably never use it for dishes. So I shall call it a face cloth. I was so proud of myself. My next project is a baby blanket for my sister in law. There isn't much pressure yet, as she isn't due until June, so that is very helpful. I am trying to throw another dishcloth in before then. As of this morning I am already half way done with it.
As far as my new life's journey, I have been failing and progressing about equally. I haven't been to the gym since Wednesday. I am actively trying to be more aware of my surroundings and my reaction to them as well. I think that this is very important. I am working on a manifesto. Listing the things I believe in and the things in myself that I want to work on. With the BPD you are ever-changing. A constant mesh of the people around you, but never your own person. I want to have that identity, not the emptiness that I have felt for so long. It is just getting it all down on paper that is so hard. I guess that just leaves more to work on...
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