When I first started things blog (two summers ago, happy late blogversery to me!) I said that the main reason I crocheted was because it was the only free way to recover from a total mental break down, thanks to school. Having a place to, as Ken put it, crochet and swear, made everything a lot better. Especially when I realized that there is a whole community out there who also crochet and swears. Or knits, spins, dyes....you get the point.
Since school has been out in May, my stress has been down to pre-puberty levels, meaning that I don't have any anger issues to take out on inanimate objects.
On the one hand, I love this. I've stopped chewing on my nails and the area under my eyes looks more like my actual skin tone than Eye Black. But that nervous, twitchy drive that I've relied on isn't there any more, and I don't need to do a mind numbing creative task just to knock out.
I need to find that creative drive again. Maybe this is a good thing about summer ending, and I'll realize that I'm freezing my ass off and need to rectify that with wool. Like a sweater that I'm wanting to make, even though I'm slightly nervous about making something with sleeves.
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