I feel that. I became obsessed with crocheting about ten years ago. Spent almost all day, everyday, learning and practicing. I can crochet some beautiful shit. But when it came to making money off it, well, I’d almost rather give it away. It’s such a labor of love (takes forever to make something) that you couldn’t pay me for my time. And even if you could, it kinda kills the fire for me.
That sounds like my life story. I’ve always felt like my mission was to share my talents and any secrets I discovered, freely. I’ve never been able to get around that feeling and sense of duty as a good human continuing the traditions of the brick layers by sharing all they taught me freely. We’re all here to learn and the price of learning is the price of our existence and duty to re-teach.
I feel that. I became obsessed with crocheting about ten years ago. Spent almost all day, everyday, learning and practicing. I can crochet some beautiful shit. But when it came to making money off it, well, I’d almost rather give it away. It’s such a labor of love (takes forever to make something) that you couldn’t pay me for my time. And even if you could, it kinda kills the fire for me.
That sounds like my life story. I’ve always felt like my mission was to share my talents and any secrets I discovered, freely. I’ve never been able to get around that feeling and sense of duty as a good human continuing the traditions of the brick layers by sharing all they taught me freely. We’re all here to learn and the price of learning is the price of our existence and duty to re-teach.