You know how you mix up some tasty cake batter, and then you put it in a pan in the oven…and then you have to go away for a while to wait for the cake to bake?
And the thing is…you can’t rush it, and say, Hey, Cake! Hurry up in there! (Well, you can. You can stand outside the oven door and wheedle all you like. But it won’t do any good, ‘cuz the cake won’t bake any faster, no matter how persuasive you are.)
You can’t even open the oven door to peek and see how it’s doing. And even if the timer goes off, sometimes the darn thing isn’t cake yet. You put the toothpick in, and it comes out all sticky, and then you gotta go through the whole waiting game again.
Cake takes it’s own sweet time becoming cake. And there isn’t anything you, or the best chef in the world, can do to hurry up the process.
Sometimes life is like that, like a cake baking. You just have to wait it out, let it do its thing, until it’s ready to move on to the next chapter.
I’ve recently heard a lot of knitting bloggers say that they’ve hit a wall in their blogging. It happens. Sometimes you get so caught up in living your life that you can’t find the written words to describe what-all is going on. Sometimes so many Big Things happen at once that trying to choose only 700 words of the eleventy-leven thousand rattling around in your brain is too overwhelming a task.
And sometimes, when you’ve been writing three times a week for three years straight, and then you quit your job, and move to a new town (for the third or fourth time in six years), and then you go to Sock Summit, and start a new job, and have two family members die, and two new family members are born, and then finally you go to Rhinebeck on a last-minute whim, well then. Perhaps all the words just kind of go into the oven to bake for a while.
But then the wait’s over. The timer’s gone off, and the toothpick has come out clean…and it’s party time.
Party on, dudes.