As I embark on learning a new skill set, I’m struck by how easily frustrated and thwarted I can get when it doesn’t come easily. This year, it is my goal to become a proficient crocheter (is that even a word?).
I began learning to sew in middle school and have been able to hone that skill over time. I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes and ruined lots of projects (zippers are still the bane of my existence), but it just seemed par for the course. Now it sort of feels like I should be able to get this quicker.
One source of difficulty centers around the starter book I was given. I don’t think its instructions are very clear. I’ve had much better luck understanding things via YouTube videos. I’m a very visual person and being able to picture something in my mind goes a long way towards being able to recreate it.
My biggest frustration at the moment is getting comfortable with holding the yarn and needle, keeping the whole processing moving along. It still feels a little unnatural so I’m just trying to keep practicing the stitches over and over again before I move on to actually trying to create something specific.
I did get a bit overwhelmed when I looked through the book at all the different stitch types and other symbols for various techniques. How the hell am I going to learn all of these? It’s like another language.
I know practice makes perfect. Something I have to keep reminding myself of as I slip up and start over again. I’m not on a deadline and this is for my own benefit. There’s no one demanding I learn to crochet except me. It just feels like I should be getting it faster.
When I shared my frustration, someone quipped, “Oh maybe you’re afraid to fail.” I thought about it for a second and came back with, “No, I’m afraid of never succeeding.” Ay, there’s the rub.