I do stuff. A lot of stuff. All the time.
Tonight after work I had to hit Trader Joes for a couple of things (that they were out of, of course, but it’s Trader Joes so I bought other stuff) and got stuck in some horrid traffic on the way home. And couldn’t sit still while stuck in traffic. Kicked myself the whole time I was sitting in traffic because this is the ONE TIME I broke Priscilla’s Rule #5 (never leave home without something to knit and something to read). Well technically I didn’t break it completely, I had my Kindle, but the knitting I left on my desk on the way out of the office because what the heck, I’m just stopping at the store and driving home and I have more knitting at home so this was good and logical. IDIOT.
But I digress… Once I got home (very late) it became a mad scramble to do all the things. Quesadilla Casserole from Anna Vocino’s Eat Happy was on the menu but of course I’d done no prep ahead of time so it was brown the meat, chop the peppers and onions, get those cooking, while also making a wrap for MrMe’s lunch, add the mushrooms, remember to stir, finish assembling, get the casserole in the oven, empty the dishwasher, load the dishwasher, wipe down the counters, clean the sink, BREATH… Oh YEAH… Breath. That was the part I was missing. But the breathing led me to an epiphany… Spinning is just about the only time I think I ever really mono-task. Multi-tasking I’m good at, or at least very used to, but rarely do I do just one thing.
I’m not good at one thing. My brain doesn’t seem to function well when I try to do things in a linear fashion. My body doesn’t always want to keep up with my brain, but there we are, constantly DOING. But when I sit at the spinning wheel, somehow I am able to block out all the noise and just spin. Perhaps because spinning itself requires multi-tasking (treadle with the feet, draft with the hands, control the twist, feed the fiber to the wheel, pay attention to the consistency of all the things) that makes it the one thing I can do by itself. And in that single task, there is bliss. Oh what a relief it must be to do things one at a time! But alas that is not me, except at the wheel. Where life is almost always good.