Monthly Musing – March 2016 – Pride
I’ve been asked
quite often recently whether I’m proud of what I’ve been doing over the last
year – the Sockalong blog tutorials teaching people to knit socks, the tutorials
book, the Yarndale Sock Line and now the Online Knitter of the Year award. Without question, the answer is yes, I’m
terribly proud of everything that I’ve done.
I’ve worked hard to do all of this and I’m delighted that it’s been
recognised in the wider world. But here
I also have a dilemma: at what point does being proud of something become
arrogance? Where is the line between talking about it and
talking too much? We’ve all met people
like that and I don’t want to be one of them.
Pride is a
complicated emotion. Being too proud can
lead to being boastful, to thinking that a fleeting moment is a permanent one
and forgetting that the world is continually moving and there is always
something new to be achieved – and not necessarily by you.
On the one
hand, it is listed as one of the Seven Deadly Sins, but at the same time it is recognition
of the fact that you have done something out of the ordinary. Not acknowledging that could be seen to be
too dismissive, or ungrateful, or denying others the chance to celebrate with
“Who cares what
others think?” you might say. “No one
else will blow your trumpet for you so you have to do it yourself.” This is very true – however, I don’t want to blow
my trumpet so loudly that people have to cross the road when they see me coming
to avoid the noise! It’s a fine line and
I’m wary of missing my step.
What I am very
aware of is how much all of this is a joint effort. Not just my husband and my girls who have
lived with my sock obsession for a long time, and deserve an award for that if
nothing else, but also my family stretching back for generations – some of them
excellent knitters themselves – and of course all those people involved in the
Sockalong. None of it would exist
without them, and so some of the pride must be theirs too.
And so, here’s
where I am on the thin line. I am so
very proud of what I have done, and I’m so very proud of the people in my life
who have helped me along the way. It’s
all about the socks and it’s all about them.
The music stopped and the parcel is in my hands, and when the music
starts again it will be passed on.
That’s not to say that I’ll stop doing what I’m doing or stop trying to
be better. If the parcel lands in my
hands again, it will be because I have continued to work hard and I will have
earned the right to be proud. Get your