I’ve had a lot of free time on my hands the past few months. I had wanted to have such a period in my life so desperately, but not the way I got it. It’s alright though, I’m alive and I’m mostly enjoying this “time off” from work.
During this time I have started reconnecting with my crafty side. I have always been crafty but never considered myself so. In kindergarten, I drew princesses like it was my job. When I was in elementary school, one of my favorite things to do was make amazing over-the-top blinged out greeting cards. I would hack apart old cards, find bits of paper, buttons, lace, wood, stickers, glitter, etc. and reconstruct to make new intriguing one-of-a-kind cards for my friends and teachers. I also thoroughly enjoyed sewing new clothes for my barbies, so much so that I would steal fabric from my mom and spend a good amount of time in trouble because of it, yet would do it again the next chance I got. As most children, I had an incredible love of life, not just for arts but for learning new things in general. By the time high school came around I was starting to realize that with growing up came a lot of responsibility, and less time for trying new things and barely any time at all for useless crafts.
Although over the past 10 years I have continued to explore new fun activities and crafts, (tried skiing, volunteered as a document translator, went sky diving, left the country for the first time since my family immigrated to the U.S. in 1991 (not counting Canada;), explored Judaism, learned to knit, took a semester long yoga class, explored different styles of dance, belly danced in front of a full auditorium, volunteered for a month building sustainable Earthships, the list does go on…) throughout most of those experiences I felt like I was not supposed to be doing them. I wasn’t supposed to be having fun. I was supposed to be studying, getting good grades, getting into medical school and becoming a responsible, respectable, independent adult.
With this bout of free time came some difficult life lessons. Life is hard. Life is painful. More people love me than I ever realized. The people that love me, they push me to do great things with my life, but they also love me because of my personality not because of my accomplishments. Luckily, not everything that came out of this period of time was a huge life lesson, but a lot of the time even the little things were, such as reconnecting with my crafty side.
With a little Pinterest love, sister support, and wanting to get my mind off some serious life matters, I started to learn how to crochet. Then I decided to build something for my upcoming niece’s birthday, instead of buying her an already made item that she probably wanted really badly. Then I did more pinteresting and did more crafts. Then I realized, this stuff made me HAPPY. It made the hours pass, yes, but it also was exciting to learn new things again, things that had nothing to do with medicine or science or responsibilities. These things made me happier than watching a marathon of shows online. Although they are not making me rich, and they are not as useful as say knowing how to build an entire house, I’m pretty sure one day one of these useless things I learn to do will save a life 😉
This blog is to document those new fun things I’ve been doing. Perhaps a little bit of dreaming of new fun things I want to do in the future. Most of all, I want to keep doing things that make me happy and not lose sight of that, even when I start working again, start being busier, no matter what life brings my way. Hopefully this blog will remind me that it’s okay for such pointless, simple things to bring me happiness and I don’t have to feel guilty about it. And maybe any readers might enjoy it just a little bit, too. I saved the pictured quote below from yoga_girl ‘s Instagram and it kind of says it all. Life is taken to the highest level when you do things from the heart ❤