Discontent - A restless longing for better circumstances
Discontent is difficult for me to understand when one has the power to change one's thoughts and one's own circumstances. I've experienced surplus and scarcity, but I've learned that it's pointless to have restless longings for better circumstances. You either bloom where you're planted or transplant yourself elsewhere. It's not as complicated as you're making it sound.
Sentences that start with "if onlys" and "what ifs" (the self-pity kind and not the creative possibility kind) are signals to me to stop reading or stop listening. I'm not a good audience for that. And with regard to blogs in general, I'm just crossing a few off my list of reads.
Knitters, on the other hand, seem a contented lot. We don't like what we knit? The color's wrong? Unravel, frog, rip . . . do whatever it takes and start over. Perhaps we decide that the knitterly mistake is actually a "design element" and as a nod to imperfection, we embrace it and call attention to it.
I'm not a finisher by nature, but I do stick with something long enough to glean the lessons I'm meant to learn. I'm not so cowed by the pressure of completion (always external, btw) that I would rather finish something I'm no longer in love with to "earn" my chance to knit something new. I'm more committed in real life and REAL relationships than I push myself to be in my knitting. It's unnatural to imbue KNITTING with a level of commitment that it truly doesn't deserve. I'm not my family's sole source of garments (they're glad) so why push?
If you're wondering what prompted all this, I've just caught up on blog reads and email after an absence of several days. I didn't miss much apparently. The general tone is one of discontent (most knitting blogs being the exception). So I'm mixing it up a bit, taking charge of what I read and expose myself to. I'm just grateful to be here and thankful for every part of my life, even the yucky parts and the hard life lessons.