I am not a painter.
I am not a knitter. (Who am I kidding? I live in the tropics!)
I am probably never going to be a runner.
I don’t even want to make a quilt.
I’m not really much of a gardener. Just a vegie patch is all I’m going to work on, not a full garden of interesting plants.
I don’t want to perfect the art of cake decorating.
I’m not a DIYer (and neither is my husband).
I’m not even convinced I want to scrapbook.
Admitting that I’m not going to do a whole lot of things that I once thought I wanted to do is hard. But, when it comes down to it, I can’t do everything. I can’t be everyone. And I’ll be honest, I only learnt this in the last few months.
Realising that there are things that I want to do, things that I regret still having not done, and that I haven’t done them because I’ve been busy trying to do things that other people do.
The reality is that I am a wife and mother, I enjoy sewing, like to cook (though I’m no Masterchef), and get a thrill out of my own homegrown vegetables. I would like to be better at the piano, and write a few songs. When my kids are at school I want to become a writer, and maybe move into a career in music history. Maybe.
Knowing who I am and who I’m not means not cluttering up my house and my life with things belonging to the person I’m not.
So, I will be selling my unused yarn on Etsy. Then I’ll probably finish off the scrapbooks I haven’t finished and see if I am still keen. If I’m not, I’ll make cards from the leftovers and sell them on Etsy, too. (I do like to make my own cards. They are so much nicer than Hallmark.) I’ll give away a few craft books that were hand-me-downs from Mum, anyway.
And that will be a start at least.
Then I can spend a little more time honing my writing skills, mucking about on my piano, and playing with my kids. Right?