Isn't she beautiful?
She arrived in the mail from Kara, and though I've become loathe to blog about "things" (which feels boastful and acquisitive), I wanted to share what came up for me when I received it.
Of course, my first thoughts were "I love it!" and "Kara is so sweet!!" But then, other thoughts crowded it out. "She finished it. Why can't you ever finish anything?" "Isn't that neat how she made something you can hold in your hands? When was the last time you created something tangible?" "You are so untalented--you've never been able to crochet or knit anything. How many times have women tried to teach you? You're hopeless." "You should have learned to crochet. Mom and Granny crocheted beautifully, why didn't you learn from them?" "So much for living creatively. What have you done lately?"
From joy to despair in fifteen seconds.
I knew what was happening almost immediately--how could I not, standing there holding a lovely gift and feeling miserable? At first I felt awe--my demons are really good at what they do. Wow! Fifteen seconds! Then, I started to laugh--which, as we all know, is the number one deflator of demons. Demons cannot bear to be laughed at.
Sorry demons, but I don't knit or crochet. I don't particularly WANT to learn to knit or crochet right now. And demons, I know you're worried because I still haven't finished a story, but you needn't be. I'm still working on that fantasy story, and I'm feeling optimistic about some other projects in the queue. Life's pretty good right now.
So why don't we all hush and admire Plumcake.
Thank you, dear Kara.
