When passion meets frustration

If there is anything I love about myself, it is the fact that I am a fast learner when it comes to practical things. I love it when I am learning something I love practically because with that, I can learn so fast and easily as well.

But then there are things you can’t force yourself to learn because the more you pay attention to them, the more they look confusing to you.

Like I have said in some of my posts, I make hair. When I wanted to learn hair making, I only spent 6 months learning because once I saw how to make one style, I was good to go. All it takes is just a look at how to start, and then my brain has already registered it automatically.

the image is mine

But there was something I had passion for since I was a teenager, and I promised myself to learn how to do it, but the more I pay attention to it, the more it looks like magic to me, which I still don’t know why to date.

So I have been trying and looking at how to knit for years. Did I say years? Ever since I saw how a small girl knit a beautiful cap, I have fallen in love with it, so I thought it can’t be that hard to learn, but during that time I didn’t have yarn and the pin, so I just looked at anyone doing it and also practiced with their yarn and pin as well.

With the little that I learned, I thought I was good to go with it, so later I saved up and then bought the yarn. To my biggest surprise, I couldn’t start the basic, which is the beginning of the knitting. I practiced over and over again, but I couldn’t get it done, so I forgot about it, or let me say I suspended the learning till I found a serious person that would teach me from the beginning. Funny enough, I could sew a complete dress with just a needle and thread just because I have seen how my younger sister sews with a machine, but I don’t have a machine anyway.

Some years later I found someone who could teach me. We were working together in a hotel, so I had all the time to learn, but the more this girl taught me how to start, the more it looked strange to me.

The thing is, when I am with her, I would do it quickly and easily, but when she gives me assignments to do another one at home all by myself, I wouldn’t find it easy to do; in fact, I couldn’t do it.

the image is mine

Later, when I left the hotel work, I went to learn hairdressing, and I didn’t spend two months before I started to braid hair for my seniors, which got my boss’s attention, and then she asked if I had learned somewhere before, and I told her no.

It was then I realized that some skills just look simple and easy, but still they are so hard to learn. Making hair was so simple and easy for me, but knitting? I couldn’t learn the basics, let alone talk of the real work, so I let it go because it seemed that it wasn’t meant for me.