Recalibrating.
Even as I type the word, I hear the voice of my GPS scolding me for not taking that turn and muttering (only slightly under her breath), "Recalculating," as though I am the world's champion idiot for failing to follow her simple guidance. "Recalculating" is often followed shortly by, "at the next intersection, make a U-turn." Good advice when a body has clearly made a wrong turn, though I could do with a little less shaming from my GPS. And, while the words sound similar in my head, recalibrating is less about turning around than it is about finding a new way to keep going forward.
When the baby starts learning to crawl and walk, for instance, parents and grandparents don't stop taking him outside to play or stop encouraging his progress, but they recalibrate where he plays. The grass is a much softer place than the driveway for a crawler with bare knees who might fall over.
If you can have a big brother handy to lean on, all the better! We recalibrate and celebrate the change.
When he starts feeding himself a little more efficiently, we don't immediately stop giving him a bottle. We recalibrate how much nourishment comes from the bottle, adding in finger foods (and fork foods eaten with fingers) to balance his tiny diet.
This week, Sweetie and I discovered that the configuration of our furniture wasn't working in some ways. Rather than moving out, we recalibrated the room, and moved the furniture. The cat was confused, but our favorite people were not, and I think the cat is starting to get used to it.
As a bonus, the recalibrated furniture made "Movie Night" extra cute with our big boy yesterday, as he cuddled up with Pop Pop in the big chair.
Recalibrating is good, and even necessary at times. As I really lean into it, I am even recalibrating in my knitting this weekend, casting on a new top designed by a friend! This is something I have been excited to start since I returned from the ZK retreat in June with yarn for it, and since I have finished the Advent mittens for the boys,
Just need to add buttons to the hanging cords! |
Yarn from Suburban Stitcher: Sock yarn in Oslo and Smoke, Slub Sock yarn in Melancholy. |
There are plenty of other things in my life that could use a little recalibration...my attitude, my work ethic, my expectations, my eating habits (I found a new-to-me bakery...drool!)...
Cakes of yarn and cakes of cake in one post? Count me in! |
Thanks for stopping by today, and Knit in Good Health!
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