I recently read that if you really want to be good at something, you need to practice 10,000 hours.
This got me thinking.
10,000 hours. Really? So 10 years of practicing 3 hours a day --- I can become a master in my subject.
This was huge to me because I am so prone to quit something if I don't grasp it right away with the 'aww-I'm-no-good-at-this-mentality'. Dumb, I know.
So I began to approach this whole knit-a-sock-saga that has been going on for.ever. in a whole different light.
Who cares if I don't become Master Knitter within minutes of picking up a DPNs? Why the pressure for pete's sake? This may take years -- not minutes...
...good grief, why was I beating myself up about this?
So it's back to my delicious Felici yarn from my darling (you can do this, Dawn!) friend, Andi and I approached these socks with a whole different attitude.
Relaxed (for a change) I absolutely fell in love with the feel of these as they formed in my hands. Boy, oh, boy -----> soft, soft, SOFT. This was the feeling that I was craving and it was right there...in my lap.
Okay. I realize it's just one sock so far. But there is a fire deep within that has been lit & the welling up that I feel
is proof to my husband/kids that I do need a nice padded room has been ignited and if you hear hootin' & hollerin' that's just me ----> on fire with the knowledge that I can truly knit socks.
And knit socks I shall do.