Thanks, I needed that

I'm not sure how much of what I might term extracurricular matter I am going to be posting on this blog. Knitting is, after all, an escape, dammit; my knitblog is the last place I feel like confronting real life.

My enforced semi-anonymity only reinforces my feckless irresponsibility. In fact, I am half-tempted to construct a fantasy blog life in which I am doing all the things I wish I were doing in real life (like, staying home to raise a child and finish my book, rather than dealing with an extremely stressful career and trying to squeeze in the book and family on the side). It could be a kind of Second Life, only with knitting.

Out there in the real world, however, I am half-crazed right now with stress and the twin spectres of major decisions and life change looming out of the mists ahead. So this post (scroll down to May 19) couldn't have come at a better time.

In my blind reactivity and my constant drive to move ahead, fast, I can't even stop and get the size of a sock right. Take a deep breath and, like the lady said, Stop trying to run the show. (And try not to worry about the application package I sent out last week - if I messed up the sock, how badly did I screw that up?)