I realized this recently when I tried my hardest to figure out some way I could knit at the gym.  I never came up with a solution – I go too fast on the bike for it to be safe – but the fact that I really didn’t want to take the time away from making something sort of explains my personality.

I’m trying to remember that as I’m trying to get my life closer to what I want it to be.

First, the gym. I won’t lie and say I love going to the gym, but I absolutely adore having BEEN at the gym. I usually get into it about halfway through the cardio workout, and then I get all giddy about my wimpy weights. So I go, even when I feel like I want to do nothing but go home and sleep.

Second, and this ties into the gym, is my diet.  I’m a reasonably recently diagnosed diabetic (January of this year).  I hate it.  I hate it with an absolute passion. I hate the finger sticks and the pills and the carb counting. The part I hate the most is the fact that if I do well with what I’m eating and going to the gym I feel great.  Better than I have in a few years, in fact.  Nothing like proof the doctor might have a point to make me hate him just a little bit (actually, I adore him most of the time).

Third, and I’m hoping the first two will give me energy for this, is decluttering and simplifying my life both physically and emotionally.  I have a bad, bad habit of holding on to things with no actual purpose other than I might need it eventually.  I mean this for physical things as well as emotional, and it’s time to clean house.  I’ve been donating books and recycling old magazines and pitching random items with no real value.  We’ll see how it goes, but I’m excited.

This all ties into my crafting – I knit, cross-stitch, and a bunch of other things as the mood hits me. I write from time to time. There’s nothing that compares to the feeling of having finished a project.  Bonus points if the project is for someone else, which about half of my projects are.  I sell some and gift some – but I’d never want it to be a career.  I love it too much to want to do that.

I travel, but it’s harder now as I’m the staff of a pair of two year old cats (sisters, actually) who do not do well with having baby-sitters.  This is mostly because their primary baby-sitter is my little sister, who adores them and gives them everything they want.  Then they get me back and I have to deal with The Meowing for a week or so till they realize I’m not going to give in.

Speaking of meowing and giving in – I’m being beckoned to bed by the “snuggler” of the pair, Neesa.  Her sister Ani generally sleeps on the bathroom rug, for whatever reason, but I usually wake up with both of them on the bed. It’s not a bad thing, unless they’re blocking my ability to get out of bed!  Then I get to threaten to smush them. We have an understanding.