Starting today, Tuesdays are to be my at home day. One day a week, at home, alone, being creative. Or busy. Hopefully both.
Isn’t that a lovely prospect? It’s something Sean and I discussed late last year and something I nervously approached management about at work. I learned from that exercise that asking is easier if you don’t approach it with fear and a sense that you have no right to ask. The option exists in our workplace policies to do such a thing, so I did it. I asked with confidence and certainty that it was something I needed to do and so we reached an agreement that Tuesdays would be my day.
So here I am. What shall I do with my Tuesdays? You might reasonably expect I plan to do a lot of knitting and you’d be partly right. But I think it would be too easy for me to spend every Tuesday with DVDs, audiobooks and sticks and string. It’s not really the whole picture.
It’s about having some mental space to figure stuff out, like where I’m going, what I want out of life. Do I want to resurrect my writing life? Do I want to change my career path?
If it all sounds a bit heavy, it’s not meant to be. But I think setting aside time to just hang out with myself and take stock, even if that’s happening while tidying the stash room or going for walks, then that’s a good thing. And I’m excited. I’m kicking off this new phase gently. I started with a brisk walk after Sean left for work, a pot of tea and this blog post, and then I’m going to wash and block a couple of shawls so they’re put away and ready for winter. Then I’ll make soup. Then I’ll knit. Or crochet some squares.
And I will be happy.
Speaking of happy, look at the writing on Alice’s outfit here? See? It’s partly obscured by her tummy but it says Future Knitter.