For those of you who know me in the real world, you know the past few years have been especially hard. This year is different and it’s time to truly count my blessings. In no particular order here they are.
I have my sweet little boy. I try to be thankful for him even when we’re arguing before school, but as I watch him grow into being his own person and realize that he is kind and caring I am so happy that he is my boy. I also try to remember that the creativity and stubbornness that drive me crazy probably come from me and will serve him well as an adult.
I am thankful for my work. I have a goal and it looks like I can do it. I want to be a designer. Not just a little independent one like I am now, but one with regular publications and the modest income to go with it. This year I got my very first publication thanks to Amy Singer at Knitty.com. That experience was amazing and I’ve met so many wonderful people as a result. I also realize that if I hadn’t had to give up things I thought were near and dear, I wouldn’t be able to be here today. So on some level I think I’m grateful for the hard times I’ve had.
I’m thankful to live in Seattle. Those of you who have heard me complain about how much I liked my former home better—yes you heard correctly. Here I am surrounded by more Local Yarn Stores than I can count, fiber farms galore, and a great community of knitters. This is a good place to have a family and to play with sticks and string.
Which brings me to my friends and family. I am so very grateful for those I love and who love me. Without you by my side I never would have made it this far. You listen to me complain, you pick up the pieces when I fall apart and most of all you believe in me. Thank you—coffee’s on me next time!