My life is so full of musts right now.
Must drag myself through thesis revisions.
Must get/keep myself in shape so the wedding dress fits
Must fix the air conditioner/vacuum/house wiring
Must clean the house after months of semi-neglect (all school related)
Must tend to the yard/eradicate dandelions
Must cajole fiancée into choosing a suit for the wedding
Must eat the spinach in the fridge before it goes bad
Must buy plane tickets
Must work at least 8 hours a day because losing this job would be a bad thing
I must do so many things right now. But there are no musts related to my knitting. Or spinning. So when I can’t pursue my musts a moment longer, I fall upon my fiber like a ravening beastie. Oh, sweet strands of twisted bliss! Take this ache out of my chest for just a little while.
Despite my level of stress and busy-ness, I still seem to be making lots of progress on my craft projects. Last night I looked at my Hitchhiker and realized that I was almost done. When did all that knitting happen? How did I miss it? It’s lost in a fibrous fever dream.