A few weeks ago, I was speaking on the phone to a friend who's was just finishing his first semester of grad school - and he is very much a grad student - everything is big ideas, and being humbled, and learning, and being amazed at how much there is to learn - and he's exactly where he should be. Then I talked a bit about what I've been up to, and I got the feeling, in his eyes at least, that it all seemed small and a little dull.
I suppose, in some ways it is.
On most days, I get up choose between oatmeal, cereal, and waffles; go to work; come home; watch Jeopardy!; hang out with Mr. Cleaver; have tea and desert; read; and go to bed by 10:00 - 11:00. Overall, not much changes from day to day.
Back when I worked in the theatre, everything was always building up to opening night, getting more frenetic and exciting and exhausting as the big day neared. Then there were a few weeks of runs, and then you tore it all down and started creating something new. It was wonderful and very tiring. I burnt out and I decided to do something different and more stable with my career and my hobbies.
I got a good job in a completely new field that is a wellspring of new things to learn, I turned my creative energy into my knitting and sewing. My days have a quiet rhythm to them and I like it.
But even in that quiet everyday rhythm, sometimes big things happen:
I started a business this year, releasing seven knitting patterns and submitting a half-dozen more.
I planted my first garden and learned the joys of growing and processing your own food.
I took up running and ran a 5k.
I traveled to Rhinebeck, Chicago, Boston, and Southern California.
I camped and canoed and enjoyed a perfect Maine summer.
I increased my sewing skills, tissue-fitted, made muslins, and sewed a coat.
I spent more time developing my friendships.
And this morning Mr. Cleaver and I bought our first home.
Like I said, 2010 has been a very big year.