Knit 2 Hats For Your Fears

In 1968, women didn't usually have babies at her age. 45! Who had a baby at 45?

She wasn't worried about it. She already had five children and well, what is one more? But her "friends" started in with THEIR worries and anxieties. They tried to convince to not do this crazy thing.

"What if there is something wrong with the baby?"

"Like what?", she challenged.

"What if she is born with two heads?!" they cried in panic.

"I'll knit her two hats." She answered in that super-smug, I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think way she had.

And you know, it turns out I did only need one hat. A kinda big one, but just one.

Now I'm 45 and I am not having another baby (I am just not that tough - sorry Mom.) but I have my own internal chorus of sweaty, panic-stricken fear-leaders trying to ruin my fun at every turn.

I'm taking Mom's approach.

I'll take what comes my way and adapt.

I don't knit as fast but I can whip something up with a little felt and glue

Rejection? How about a snazzy beret?

Criticism? Slap a baseball cap on that one.

Everything can be managed. I firmly believe that it all works out fabulously in the end.

So there is no reason to NOT work damn hard and ignore the naysayers.

Look, ONE head. At the exclusive M Street Beach, South Boston, MA