I lead a small life. I go to specific yarn stores, I like specific restaurants, I hang with a small, select group of friends. I follow what I call my “ant trails” when I go to places in the city. But sometimes I want to break out of my self-imposed shell, but the energy and requirements to do so are so overwhelming that I just stay where I am. I have dreams, just like everyone else, a few are on hold right now. I lead a small life, but I love my small life.
That said, I have a pair of socks that already seem to be never-ending and I’m not even to the heel on the first sock yet. I like the yarn, like the pattern, no issues there. But there is just something about working with it all that just seems to make my brain shut-down. No, I’m NOT pregnant, no more babies from here. It just seems more like my brain is on vacation and has forgotten to take my body with it.