I’ve been trying to knit a pair of socks for almost a year now. It has been well over a year since I finished a pair. I really hate the yarn. I bought a ton of this stuff when I had first learned how to knit, and I still have 3 colorways that I haven’t finished. I wear the other ones, but the other night I realized my feet were still cold, and a little sweaty. These socks kind of suck. And I don’t like knitting with the yarn. Why am I doing this” I don’t know! So I ripped out the sock, put the yarn back in the stash ( I cannot throw yarn away, it’ll be good for something), and got some pretty green sock yarn and the Monkeys pattern by Cookie A. That’s what I’m talking about! I feel rejuvenated.
I think I may have changed my mind for my thesis. Do I write the novel, or do I write a chapbook of poems? I thought the novel would be perfect, but I am having doubts. Is that just a sign that I should push myself harder out of my comfort zone?