Dear Creativity...8 months of possibility


Dear Creativity,

I’m almost a little ashamed that it took me eight months to complete this project.
And at the same time, I’m deeply proud that I did.

Since I was a child, I have been inspired by my mother’s ability to create beautiful things with crochet: quilts, doilies, bathroom covers, tablecloths, and dresses. Her skill level was extraordinary. She could look at a finished piece and figure out how to replicate it on her own. That’s how deeply she had mastered the craft.

When she was alive, I tried to learn from her in small moments here and there, but it never quite stuck. When I discovered Woobles, cute beginner-friendly crochet kits, I was genuinely excited and curious. It felt accessible. Possible.

I started my kit during a birthday weekend with friends back in May. We worked on them together… and then we didn’t finish. The unfinished piece sat in its bag for months. Every day I’d see it and think, I’ll come back to that. Days passed. Then months.

Until one day, I decided to give myself a gift: the gift of finishing.

When I picked it back up, I realized time hadn’t exactly been on my side. I had to relearn stitches I once knew. And because I just wanted to complete it, I let go of perfection in a way I normally don’t. It became about taking a day off and seeing it through.

You reminded me, Creativity, that sometimes the only way projects move forward is when we make space and loosen our grip on doing things “just right.”

It may have taken eight months, but I finished it. And every time I look at it, touch it, or play with it, I feel a quiet pride, not just in the object, but in the follow-through. In choosing not to let it become another what-if.

So now I’m thinking about all those other projects waiting patiently. The ones started long ago. The ones paused mid-way. You keep tapping me on the shoulder, reminding me that on the other side of finishing is confidence, the kind that makes it easier to begin again.

This makes me wonder:

What unfinished project might be waiting, not for more time or perfection, but simply for our willingness to return and see it through?

Innovatively yours,
Dr. Abigail 💛

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