We Have Hopes and Plans
I don't know how I made it to 2023, but look at me- still alive and confused. I am sitting here surrounded by yarn and Christmas decorations wondering how I can make sense of it all. I can't and so I won't. What I will do is waste a significant amount of time pouring through my old patterns, notes, and ideas to see what will stick and what should be scraped, updated, and kicked into the universe. I am getting some of my memory back, but I won't stress what I do not recall. It will come to me if it should. Forgotten faces are coming back to me as well. I am on the mend, but I need to challenge myself more. My wet sponge and blood noodle have received their final okays. The inflamed beatbox will just have to become an accepted part of the landscape. I will take a few steps back in knitting. I will test myself to follow a pattern from start to finish without deviation. Then I will work to be able to hold an idea into a plan and then into an execution- all on a timeline
