So, a year ago tomorrow I began my journey, hooking my way through the year one square at a time.
I could wax poetic about the quest (God knows I'm not above a little waxing), but aside from the fact that My Beloved is making me a grilled cheese sandwich in advance of an evening of movies and games at my sibling's house and I don't have much time to write, I'm not altogether sure there is anything especially poetic to say.
I loved the journey. I enjoyed the challenge of choosing a new pattern every day, catching up when I missed a day or two, finding patterns that reflected the changing seasons, and figuring out what to say about the creations that tumbled from my hook and fingers at the end of the day.
But I don't know that it taught me anything all that momentous - except that that's not necessarily a bad thing. Not everything is a lesson, nor does it have to be. Not everything needs to have a deeper meaning. Some things are just pure enjoyment. Pure escapism. Pure creativity at its most pleasantly satisfying best.
Sometimes a journey is just a journey. Moving quietly from A to B and enjoying the travel time in between.
Enjoying the travel. Those are absolutely the journeys I like best, and I'm so happy that this was one of those trips.
December 31, 2009
A rising sun motif to usher in the start of a new year and a new decade. And, of course, still more adventures in crochet.