Talisman

I've been carrying around my knitting as a talisman more than I've been working on it.  In the better part of a month I've managed to knit most of a sock and less than 50 rows on a shawl. The sock goes back and forth to work every day and probably has some serious resentment for my tablet, on which I read or have been playing games. At work it only has made it out of my purse on some days--waiting instead as I fling myself from meeting to meeting.

On one hand I desperately want to knit. I know it will calm me down, soothe a brain that has been tossed a whole lot of curve balls thus far in 2015. On the other, I just haven't cared. Someone out there just spit tea all over their keyboard. Sorry about that.  But I haven't much wanted to knit. I get a twinge of "ooh I want to make a sweater" and then my to do list bites my hand.

Part of it, I think, is that while normally I use my knitting as a way to let my brain work through things, of late my thoughts have been so overwhelming and frustrating that I haven't wanted to think things through or let my knitting be the way that they keep churning. I reach the end of the day, look at everything yet undone, zone out as best as possible on the way home, eat something, collapse into bed earlier than usual.

Getting back to wool is going to be a matter or necessity here shortly though, I have a conference next weekend and a flight the weekend after that. Time to figure out the on-the-go-projects for 2015...