I think I've been working on this block for oh, I'd say, a year and four months. And I've still got the borders to go. Today, as I stitched on it, I wondered: gosh, will I ever finish this thing? What if I'm just not meant to? Should I move on to something new? After all, I've got some great knitting patterns earmarked on Ravelry. And, my sewing machine could use a good dust-off. My hexagon blocks are litterally sitting there just waiting to be stitched together.
But I didn't stop, because I won't. Just as with a book I'm not completely jiving with, I will stick this out. It might be the only thing I will finish all year long, but it will be done, by golly.
Are you a finisher?
I've been toiling away at writing for much longer than I have stitching on this block. Revision after revision, and lots of tears. Rejection and encouragement. More rejection. Coffee and chocolate and ear-splitting whining. And still, back to this keyboard and into the stories I go, not just because I love them, but because I am a finisher.
Because if one is really honest, sometimes the love is really tough, and what's left is the commitment to finish, to get better, and to grind away at this rough facade of what I know these stories can be. It's both a noble but a foolish endeavor, I know this. It's a dream that's both concrete and nebulous, so in my hands and yet just out of reach.
So stitch by stitch, word by word. That's all I can do. And hope I learn along the way.
I hope you had a great weekend!