I’m noticing little changes since I started writing again. Granted, I’m not writing the novellas that I used to compose, but still—it feels good, and the feeling seems to be igniting that spark that I’ve been hoping to find.
Part of the reason I haven’t knitted in ages is a nagging pain in my wrist, but it was easy to rest my wrist because the desire I had held for soft, brightly colored yarn just wasn’t there anymore. As I looked at baby blanket ideas for a friend at work today, I felt the familiar urge to hit the local yarn store again. (Don’t worry, honey—I promise I won’t buy any new yarn for a very long time.)
Now, I’m excited to head home and look through my stash. It’s time to start playing with yarn again. I can’t wait. Next on the needles… a fun, bright baby blanket.