I am a planner and a listmaker. I need to know what I'm doing, where I'm going, what is happening next. I need to cross tasks off in thick black pen once they are accomplished. I do not fly by the seat of my pants.
Lately, though, my best laid schemes, knitting and otherwise, have totally gang aft agley.
This is not what I planned for my beloved felted clogs.
(That is not my side of the bed.)
I did not write "untangle biggest koigu knot ever" on yesterday's task list.
And last night I tossed Rogue aside in pursuit of homemade chocolate crepes.
But the world did not explode, and the crepes were delicious, and maybe I need to practice letting go of the master plan just a little bit.
So maybe Rogue will get blocked this weekend or maybe it wont.
And maybe I'll spend the rest of my life working at a law firm or MAYBE I WONT!
Change is afoot around here and I am excited. And freaking out. Mostly freaking out.