I finished my thesis and got official notification of completing my graduate degree on March 30, 2015. I am now the proud owner of a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing. Since then, I’ve been crocheting and haven’t written a word.
I get yarn free from my mum-in-law’s church and I crochet prayer shawls that are donated to veterans or the elderly. In three months I’ve made seven shawls and two afghans. (Some photos posted here.) I was crocheting so much I was getting corporal tunnel in my wrists. This is a pretty nifty accomplishment considering I work 40 hours a week outside of the home. I would crochet rather than eat, (lost a little weight); rather than sleep – staying up past eleven at night and getting up at 5:30ish; rather than see my friends. I just wanted to go home and crochet.
I bought a book with several hundred stiches and have mastered more than half of them. I spend hours on the internet searching for free crochet patterns and printing them off. I now have a 3-inch binder, organized in sections full of these print-outs.
Last week my husband said, “I re-read your thesis yesterday. It’s still brilliant. Why aren’t you writing? Do I need to hide the yarn and hooks?”
And that is what I had to really take a look at, What’s the problem? Why am I NOT writing?
“Hey,” I responded, shaking a size H hook at him. “If you hide the yarn I’ll just get more from YOUR mother. This isn’t costing us any money? I’m going to work every day. What’s the problem?”
The first month I told myself I needed a break from the deadlines, pressure, and stress of working full time and going to school. The second month I told myself I was crocheting for a cause, helping man- and womankind. The third month, I justified it by saying I was taping into my creative side with tangible objects that had real meaning. Then I fell off the horse.
When I completed a purse made of plarn (plastic yarn – yarn made of grocery bags – pictured here) I realized I have a serious addiction. But WHY?
I told my husband, “I’m depressed.”
He said, “How can you be depressed? You just got your MFA. You’re a fabulous writer, and you’ve created some really beautiful crochet.”
Right? How can I be depressed? So I Google’d ‘post graduate depression’ I got 12,300,000 results. Talk about depressing!
I read articles about the grey-zone, an intellectual and social lull. The Guardian had a great article – Realty Blue, by Lyndsey Winship, Tuesday 13 Feb 2001. I found a description of what I was feeling.
“Feeling tired, restless or agitated, losing interest in life and becoming unable to enjoy anything, finding it hard to make decisions, having difficulty sleeping, avoiding people and losing self-confidence are some of depression’s guises.”
It made a little more sense of why I wasn’t feeling a sense of accomplishment with all these finished crochet project that I was DONATING. Then another quote I found in the same article …
“…other mature students, also went back to doing the same thing they were doing before their degree, “not because they wanted to, but that was just the easiest thing to do”. She had succumbed to the luxury of learning, and she and her friends all wanted to go back to it, to the active mind-set of constant discussion and discovery.”
That said it all. My addiction is merely avoidance behavior.
Time to move on, move forward… just move. Writing and submitting in the real world not only lacks the immediate gratification and feedback found in the university setting, it’s lonely! Thank God for my writer’s group, WUTA (Writers Under the Arch), a weekly critique group. They have been so supportive of me attending group week after week and not sharing any of my writing.
With this blog, I’m hoping to cut through the invisible box which I have crocheted around my life and take up a discipline of writing. Thanks for letting me rant.