One of the things I hear constantly in a quilt shop is “I wish I had more time.”
Usually someone is walking around a store, inspired by the work of others, inspired by the patterns, inspired by the fabric, just plain inspired. But what is it about quilting that brings out the lament, “I wish I had more time” ?
When I worked in a fast-paced, deadline-oriented job, I never heard those words. Never.
Something about the act of creating makes us wish we had more time. Or maybe it makes us wish we didn’t have to ever make any decisions.
But the truth is, we all make decisions about how to spend our time. Walking around a quilt shop, looking at all the work and beauty that goes into each and every project, we come face to face with the hard reality that none of us will ever be able to do it all. We simply cannot make all the quilts, travel to all the places, have all the adventures, meet all the people, have it all, be it all, do it all.
None of us. No matter how productive, no matter how many sewing machines, no matter how much time we devote, no matter how skilled, no matter how trained or talented, no matter how much balance or non-balance, no matter how hard we plan, or how well we implement the plan, no matter how. hard. we. try.
We cannot do it all.
And every now and then, we look at one another and while we’re in a safe place, we say the words out loud.
I wish I had more time.
On a good day, someone smiles, gives us a hug and replies, “Me too.”