I’m in a funk, a rut, whatever you want to call it I just don’t care at the moment.
I’ve been knitting but it’s all boring. I’ve been listening to the same songs on repeat, and eating crappy food.
Blah blah blah.
This shawl is the best metaphor for the way I’m feeling. It looks uninspiring at the moment, but I have a feeling it’s going to look awesome once it’s finished.
I just want to skip to the end.
At the moment I just want to fast forward time and skip to summer, when there’s cricket planned, southbound, festivals, sun and music.
I’m forgetting that sometimes anticipation is half the fun.
Instead I’m being an ungrateful so and so.
I have so many plans I just want to get started, rather than wait for supplies.
I’m just waiting for things.
And I’m waiting loudly.