After a break from needlework, I'm working on a simple, green, knit scarf for my son. I don't have time like I used to with younger children for my needlework. My embroidery is collecting dust. My writing has taken off, and I don't have time to blog about needlework, either. But, every now and then, I get time to myself to get my creative juices flowing. I can just play with words. I also get time just to play with stitches.
A couple of years ago, I volunteered to teach knitting and crochet at an elementary school. I enjoyed the work, as challenging as it was to move at the pace of young children. A very strong boy almost seriously damaged my legs, not understanding my physical limitations. But, picking up random projects and bits of yarn was so liberating. I had focused so much on structured, serious projects, that I hadn't had fun with my needlework in quite some time until then.
So, when my son asked for a green scarf, I went with it, bringing that same sense of play. That enjoyment is there when I write as well. We all live better lives when we can weave that joy in everything we do, from hand crafts to volunteer work to our vocations. A wise person once said that accomplishment without joy is the ultimate failure in life. Whether that resonates with a green scarf or a multi million dollar contract is up for the individual to experience.