I'm beginning to feel the weight of responsibility—the burden of maturity—which is apt to come when any self-respecting person approaches the departure of the teen years. In order to fully embrace this step into old age, I've taken up crocheting, with Abby, Bekah, Mommy, and Sister Jones as my teachers. It would perhaps appear, because the plethora of instructors, that I am not picking it up as swiftly I ought. Quite the contrary, I assure you. I would even go so far as to say I'm prodigiously talented (starting at such youthful period of my life and already well on may way to a glorious career of crocheting). They all want a finger in the pie of my success. Trust me.
I may have to reconsider the direction of my vocational pursuits.
The First Day's Work
