The thing is, and this is one of those things that as an adult I really hate, as wonderful as all that enthusiasm and dedication was, this student-- like the rest of us-- only had so many hours in the day. And she had obligations that she was less enthusiastic about (like the orthodontist) that cut into those hours in ways that she really didn't have control over. And so, over the course of the years that Devin worked with her, she became increasingly frustrated with the French Horn because it turned out she needed to spend more time practicing in order to sound less like an elephant with a cold, and she really didn't want to give anything up in order to get better at playing the horn... But that's what it would have taken.
Most of us, at one point or another, learn this lesson. I spend a huge portion of my work day watching adolescents come to terms with this particular limitation (meaning time), and trying to help them reframe their narratives so that instead of focusing on what they can't do (which would be everything they think of, perfectly, and immediately), they're paying attention to what effort and practice bring them (mastery, in particular areas that they've chosen, and some that the adults around them have chosen... like math).
All of this is a lead-in to saying, I would like to cast on All the Things now, please. And I haven't. But I really, really want to, and I just don't know how long I'll be able to hold out... even though I understand that spreading my attention over many things means pretty much nothing will get done.
Instead of casting on things this week, I flitted between projects. Two pairs of socks, a sweater (I'm really worried about running out of yarn, and my mom is unreasonably anti-tummy-baring aran-weight sweaters. I told her she was displaying a disappointing lack of sartorial imagination, and she agreed, and maintained that she would not be wearing a sweater that left her middle uncovered), spinning, and weaving. And you know what? Nothing got done.