As I barrel along on yet another great enterprise (school fete handmade stall coordinator), worried about getting everything done, feeling rushed and overcommited, heading out after bed time for meetings, cursing myself, I am also thinking how familiar this all is. It's one of those all roads lead to Rome kind of things.
Community+help needed+obviously useful skills+can't say no+mates=taking on too much.
It's a bit like:
new idea+textiles+intense concentration+avoidance of mundane responsibilities+potentially cool finished product=obsession
but I digress.
Whether it is my inability to say no to getting involved in community enterprises or new crafts or fabric purchases, I wonder less why I simply can't say no than why I fight so hard against saying yes?
Well, partly I know - the being overrun by piles of stash is a good reason to put the brakes on, as is staying up all night to sew stuff to sell for a song only to be exhausted and cranky the next day. But to what degree can I fight my essential nature?
How much of the fete is fate?