was about what ifs. I overheard a conversation between two older women about what their lives would have been like if they made different choices. As I sat next to them in a neighborhood cafe, they went back and forth how they might not being living in the same city and they might not have had children. The one woman said she might not be a blonde today if it weren’t for an ex-boyfriend.
At twenty-five-years-old, I don’t have a lot of what ifs to think about, but I have some. What if I didn’t move away? What if I got that tattoo? What if I didn’t transfer schools? What if that guy didn’t dump me? These are some of the lighthearted questions I asked before this one came to mind – what if I hadn’t discovered sewing? “Holy crap,” I thought, “I don’t know.” I believe that I started to become the woman I was meant to be when I moved away from home my freshman year of college, which, coincidentally, coincided with when I discovered sewing. This means that a large chunk of my existence has been dedicated to the hobby. “What would I be if I wasn’t involved in sewing?” I kept thinking. I’m introverted and observant, and I mean that in a good way, so the only thing I could come up with was a psychologist. Any position or career in public speaking would be out of the question because as well as my thoughts come across through words, I suck at expressing them verbally.
After about 10 minutes of thinking about my alternate life, I had worked myself into a tizzy. So much of my life is wrapped around sewing and I worried what would happen if I broke my hand and couldn’t sew. What do I do with myself if that happened? Then I told myself to stop thinking about the what ifs and start focusing on what is – that I’m happy and grateful to be a seamstress.
Do any of you think about what you’re life would be like if you hadn’t found sewing (or another hobby)?