Loving What You Do

If ever I had a “thing”, it’d be sewing.  Was I a natural when I was first learning?  Oh, heavens no.  In fact the first thing I ever made was a pair of mittens in junior high school, and to this day my good friends tease me about my squashed-banana-hand-mittens.  It wasn’t pretty.  But I got better.

If ever I had a disinterest in something, on the other hand, it’d be cooking.  *gasp*  I cook because my family needs to eat, not because I like to do it.  On frequent occasion, I open the cupboards at about 4:50 pm (because I plan ahead like that) and huff, saying, “Well crap.  We don’t have anything to eat.  I don’t know what to do.”  In swoops my husband, who then proceeds to prepare a fancy and perfected meal out of nothing.  Lucky for me, he enjoys cooking.

I love the challenge of sewing without a pattern, but shutter at the thought of cooking without a recipe.  Neither was a skill that I was born with, and both are useful to my family.  So what’s the difference?  Passion.  I have a passion for sewing, the same way my husband has a passion for cooking.  We don’t love something simply because we’re good at it; we’re good at something because we love to do it.

Any time we try something new we’re vulnerable to failure.  If it’s something we don’t care to be doing in the first place, and it could be anything, we’ll give up the first time we fail, because success isn’t important to us.  If we’re trying something that we’re passionate about, that same failure is just a learning experience, and we’re likely going to be eager to try again to see if we can get it right.

Of course each of us have natural inclinations and skills in different areas of life, but I believe in the power of determination.

I love to sew because it’s a simple way that I can help self-sustain my family.
I love to sew because I enjoy the creative process.
I love to sew because it’s precise and giving at the same time.
I love to sew because the end product is useful.
I love to sew because it keeps my fidgety fingers busy.
And when it comes down to it, I love to sew because I love to sew.

Yes, I see the irony in that list; almost all of those reasons can apply to sewing AND cooking, but the last item on the list is the difference, I suppose. Sometimes we just enjoy something for what it is.  But maybe, just maybe, we can learn to be passionate where we once were uninterested. Does it work to fake it ’til you make it?

I guess my reason behind saying all of this is that you never know what you’ll enjoy doing until you try it, and even then it may take a while for you to get the hang of it, and really start to love it.

Sewing is my “thing”. Not because it brings in the bacon. Not because I do a lot of it. Not out of obligation. Not even because I’m good at it. Sewing is my thing because I enjoy doing it, and I would choose to do it, even if I didn’t have to.

What’s your thing?  How did it become so?  Any advise for finding a passion in something, like, say, cooking?

 

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Comments

  1. I was cracking up at the beginning of this post because my mom and mother in law LOVE to cook and I, like you, cook because we have to eat. I have a blog too and I just started posting recipes and they are all by my mom and mother in law. I like to eat but really dread cooking every night. I love to do crafts and blog and there are many nights that we eat pb&js because I was too busy doing the things I love. Great post and very important to remember.

  2. I, too, love to sew and don’t love to cook. Rather I detest cooking. For many of the same reasons you’ve listed. But also because I have the capability to sew. Not so much when it comes to cooking. I cannot make anything that tastes good to save my life.