#My so called life trial
Through trial and error, the current adventure that I am on resonates the most with me, taking me down the path of service and environmental activism. The mini adventures that I went on were all crucial to me in the greater journey of life. My exploration of various paths through detours may have sometimes resulted in roadblocks, but I continued to persevere and learn from my experiences, applying the skills that I have gained to future knots. The knots that I had encountered in my craft were evidence of my experiences and what shaped me as an individual. While successfully completing a crochet project is an accomplishment itself, the motions of making slip knots, single or double crochets takes you on an adventure as well. It was not until high school that I realised that I could view this mission to find a passion from another perspective. To make things worse, it seemed as if everyone else had found their path in life, and they had all become white unicorns while I was still doubting the stitch I just made. Just like the tangles of white yarn on my desk, I was pulled in all directions. I found myself enjoying all of those activities but soon enough, I was swamped with extracurriculars. I stuffed myself with experience similar to an amigurumi engorged with batting. At my ballet school, I branched out to contemporary and jazz dance. I joined the school orchestra where I played the violin, and a debate class to practice public speaking and become much more eloquent. In the years following primary school, I stepped out of my comfort zone in a frenzy to find a passion. The only problem was that I did not have a direction. This weighed heavily on me, as I was determined to have a success story as many of my other family members had. I had been told stories of those who found their passion at a young age and were exceptionally proficient at their craft, of those that abandoned their interests and pursued a lucrative career, even those who chose their dreams but regretted it afterwards. Even in primary school, I had heard all the stories of individuals finding their own route in life.
#My so called life how to
Very much like learning how to crochet, my journey in forging my own path and finding a passion was confusing, messy and at times infuriating. It was not until day seven that a creature with a lopsided head whose horn was the only identifier of the mythical being emerged. The remaining rounds were blurred into hours and minutes that should have resulted in a little white creature in the likeness of a unicorn, but sitting on my desk (much like the four days before today) was a pool of tangled white yarn. Round 2 was an increase round resulting in a total of 12 stitches. Round 1, construct a magic circle with 6 single crochets.
Staring at the image of the little unicorn amigurumi lit up on the screen of my laptop, and looking back at the UMO (unidentified messy object) number five, I was extremely perplexed. The white yarn slipped off my aluminium crochet hook, adding a single crochet to rows and rows of existing stitches, that looked to be in the form of a blob.
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