Working nights, it's so hard to get up in the morning these days. When I worked dayshift, I'd get up for work at the tender hour of 5 AM. This schedule became a part of my everyday life and I seldom slept past 6 AM on my days off. If I had to do this now, I'd be a physical mess. It's funny how quickly one can change a habit. With that said, nothing keeps me from getting up early on Saturday mornings. I know some who reserve Saturday for sleeping, but not me. I look forward to rising early, filling my travel mug with coffee, buckling my spinning wheel into the passenger seat of my car, and going off to spin some yarn.
Spinning can take place anywhere (now that I have the right tools to make it happen); what I get out of Saturday mornings can't. I live for this 3 hour block of a nonstop gabfest. Better, though certainly not cheaper than a therapist, I look forward to these sessions and always leave there energized. Every time I go, I'm surprised when noon rolls around and our time is up because it always feels like I just got there.
I've been content to be alone with myself for most of my adult life. I know some who can't be alone for more than 5 minutes, but I've always treasured my solitude. This desire to share this one morning a week with people who were strangers just last April, surprises and delights me. If I had to single out one blessing I've received in this very tumultuous year, it's been this unexpected gift of friendship and community with these like-minded women.
Don't go getting the idea that only gossip and no industry occurs during these sessions. On Saturdays, at least a half a dozen of us prove that we can indeed walk and chew gum at the same time. This morning, I spun 4 ounces of Targhee top then went home and spun 4 more. That is going to be one beautiful yarn when I get around to plying.