So as a person, I am trying something new. I recently found out a few things about myself that made me really take a step back and rethink, who I am as a person. As a child I wasn't what most would consider "popular." Maybe it started after we moved to Oregon and I had a hard time adjusting but for whatever reason, I have always been a bit of a loner. I was a gymnast from when I was 7 throughout most of my elementary and middle school years. When I wasn't in the gym working out for 10 hours a day, or at school my parents said I often got lost in a place called "ShannieLand" where I would just space out and lose all sense of time and responsibility sometimes for hours at a time. "ShannieLand" became my imaginary world that I could escape to whenever I wanted to just get away from what was happening. It was sort of my coping mechanism I guess. Growing up, I never understood why, but I never really had a lot of friends. It always made me feel the need to "capture" the attention of others, because obviously they didn't like me for some reason or another. I found myself constantly trying to be someone else, for fear that the reason why I had no friends was because they didn't like the me on the surface, so if I just changed who I was on the outside, then more people would like me. If you have even an ounce of brains in your head, and haven't been living under a rock for the past 50 years, you know that I was seriously fooling myself by thinking that there was anything I could do as a child to change myself enough to make people like me. Either they like you or they don't, it's as simple as that. Trust me, it doesn't change when you grow up either. You just realize one day that you are one of those people that doesn't have friends, ever, and you get over it. (Unless your stupid or naive because there's no sense in still worrying about it, nothing is going to change it.) If you like who you are, it doesn't matter if you have friends or not. Sure, friends are great, they make you feel better when you're having a bad day, and are there to help pick you back up, but you can get a dog to help you with that. (Or a cat if your into that kinda thing, I'm allergic) Knowing AND liking who you are in this world is the key to happiness. If you know who you are, and like everything about you, who cares if you have friends to tell you that you are happy? Right?..........
As I grew older, I realized through a lot of heartache and hurt, that even now, I don't really know who I am. I still don't really have any true friends. Instead of letting it push me to the point of making me crazy, and driving me to be someone I'm not anymore, I have accepted the fact that I am just not a "popular" person and I never will be. I don't need to be a movie star or a rock star. I would rather not have all the photographers chasing me around making my life a living hell because they want to catch me wearing my bathrobe. No thanks I have two wonderful kids who love me for who I am, and I am grateful for that.
So one thing I have decided to do, instead of moping about the fact that I have no friends, I am going to start blogging on here everyday about my adventures in a little world I like to call "ShannieLand." I have inspirations for how I come up with new yarn ideas all the time and never get a chance to blog about them, so this is going to be a new subject of mine. I also haven't figured out to publish any of my own patterns online yet for my readers, but if I get enough hype about the inspirations I post, I might have a few that I can post on here as freebies until I figure out the whole Adobe PDF thing that is driving me crazy right now. {I am not the best with technology. Give me a ball of yarn and a crochet hook and I can make you anything, but give it a battery and I'm lost! :-)}
I'm also a Mom, as I said in the first paragraph, so I want a place to talk to you about the stuff I do with my family. My kids are my future, and right now they are my only friends, so they make up 90% of everything I do. Kiley is learning how to crochet different things, but right now she is really into making these "tube scarves" that we found. She is extremely good at it, and with the "loom" that they have for beginners, it makes it fairly easy. Starting off is always the hardest part, and as long as I'm here to help her, she's absolutely amazing. I am so proud of her.
Someday, when she grows up, I will have in her hope chest, the first scarf she made, along with the first hat, dishcloth and little guy blanket for her to show her daughter. Who knows, maybe someday, she'll be teaching her little girl all the things I am teaching her today. I really hope so. That's why I take the time to teach her. If I don't, who will? Sure there are classes, but is it the same stitches that my grandma taught me? Is it the same technique, taught with the same care and love that was taught to me? Not if it's in some class you pay for. Or even one you take online for free. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING compares to the knowledge learned from generations of working a craft and then passing it down. My Granny taught me that, and I hope to teach my baby girl that too. That is why I love what I do so much.
So like I said as the title to this post, this is the beginning of my adventure. I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I am excited and anxious for what's to come. ShannieLand is a mysterious and wonderful place. I've lived here my whole life, and believe me. It's as scary and dangerous, as it is miraculous and mesmerizing, so watch your step. Like I said before, when I was a kid I used to get lost in here here for hours.......... let's just hope I can find my way back home. I have dinner to make!