You know that day you have when nothing is going your way? Of course you do. If you’ve reached the age of fourteen you’ve had that day.
I’m having that day.
I’ve had that day a few days in a row.
Nothing monstrously bad has happened (and I need to remember to be grateful for that) but nothing much good has happened either.
Its started out with a case of heartburn so bad that I ended up with palpitations. My heartburn only got that bad because when I get heartburn I don’t feel it, there is never any pain, and I need to remember to be grateful for that. So I reached for some acid remedy I keep around but found that it was two years out of date. I don’t get heartburn very often and I need to remember to be grateful for that. So I downed three cups of peppermint tea to settle my tummy and went to the store for some new Zantac. I had to use their restroom while I was there because that’s what happens when you drink three quick cups of tea. The restroom was very gross but at least it was still for women only (here is the post where I express my dislike of gender neutral bathrooms) and I need to remember to be grateful for that. I got home, took a Zantac, and started burping. There was lots and lots of burps and I was grateful for every single one.
The next day was a no-coffee day because I had to give my tummy a break from coffee. Obviously. A no-coffee day makes me slow and stupid and klutzy and that really sucks and I can’t scrape up any gratitude for a no-coffee day.
Also while standing in my walk-in closet trying to decide what to wear the bulb went out leaving me to pick out clothes in near total darkness. I’m not grateful for that.
That same morning my internet router died. It just stopped working, kind of like the closet light bulb. Even though they replace it for free, no questions asked, I’m not grateful for my new internet router. Not really.
All of this resulted in days of knitting, hating what I knitted, and ripping back. I have a fingerless mitt went through three different versions of itself and has now reverted back to its base state as a cake of yarn. Guess what? I’m not grateful for that either.
What can I do that will make me feel better? Besides taking a Zantac and burping? Spin some yarn. Spinning always makes me feel better. How do other people get past their no-good-totally-sucky days without spinning? I have no freaking idea.
Spinning yarn is my therapy. Its relaxing. It gives me something to do with my hands while freeing my mind. Its being productive without expending much effort. And it gets me new yarn.
You should spin. It takes a while to get good enough at spinning to enjoy it as a past time. But once you do, you’ll love it. You’ll need it. Spinning is so relaxing that people just watching me spin relax. I have lost count of the number of times I’ve been told : “its like watching a campfire”. You know what is even more soothing than watching someone spin?
If you have a spindle or a wheel then you’re all set. If you don’t, you need to get one (or both) of those things and give spinning a try. I say that because here you are reading a yarn blog. You too must share an appreciation for pretty yarn. If you spun you could make your own pretty yarn while chasing away those no-good-totally-sucky days. And afterwards you would have something to be actually, truly (not just faking it) be grateful for: a day of making pretty yarn.
Here is how that day goes:
I feel better already.
Keep it coming.
I see possibilities.
… ahhh …
I feel better. And I’ve stopped burping. And I drank a cup of coffee. And I may try those fingerless mitts again. And I’m grateful.