A few years ago, I took up knitting again after a long absence. When I was young, my mother was a knitter and she taught me the two basic stitches -- knit and purl, but it had been a long time since my muscle memory had performed those stitches.
And then an opportunity presented itself -- our local yarn shop offered classes of different skill levels, and I decided to take a year-long class called Block of the Month. Each month, this small group of knitters gathered with our instructor (a dear friend), and learned new stitches to create a 12 x 12 inch knitted block. After twelve months of knitting, we would be able to stitch these twelve unique blocks together to make a small blanket.
Each month Michelle, our instructor, taught us the new skills for the month, and each month I felt like a klutz with ten thumbs. None of the new stitches came easily for me. And when those around me seemed to master the new skill so easily, I was both envious and humbled. But no matter how frustrated I was, I persevered, I practiced, and I got better with each knitted stitch.
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Fast forward to the Slice of Life Challenge this March. I accepted this challenge, knowing that I had some basic writing skills, but not sure if my writing muscles would remember how to put it all together. There were days when I felt like I was all thumbs when typing: nothing came naturally, there was no flow. There have been many times I've read other slicers' pieces, and I was both envious and humbled. So much talent has been on display each and every day. And writers were tackling all types of new genres, and doing so incredibly well. But no matter how inadequate I felt on any given day, I persevered, I posted each day, and I felt like I got a little better with each slice I wrote.
Please check back for my final reflections on the Challenge tomorrow.
As always, thanks to Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers for hosting the Slice of Life Challenge!