And she's been living on the highest shelf...

So, this about sums me up at the moment. 

Knitting coming out of my nose holes, and my eye holes and my ear holes.

But I'm not complaining in the least: truthfully knitting is all I feel like doing. 

School's been over for almost a month and I'm still lost somewhere on the very beginning of the road to recovery.

My brain shuts down when even the firstlings of thought unconnected to knitting (or BBC Charles Dickens television productions) floats its way.

People keep telling me this is okay. Haha, I wonder how long it will continue to be acceptable for.

I had planned on going away for an art adventure escape: to sign up for painting and printmaking classes. I had planned on doing lots of drawings, designing repeats, working in photo shop... 

But I haven't. 

I tell myself I'm still recovering from a long long long long long long year of school. I think I could go on recovering for the next three years.  I'm not looking forward to school in the fall. Part of me wishes I wasn't going back and that part of me that wishes that is a pretty large part of me.

I feel like I'm living in a dream world of knitting, BBC, and coffee. It's a nice dream, but I have this haunting feeling it can't be all that good for one's being. 

A kind someone told me recently that I'm too hard on myself.  I think I believe it.  I do believe it. It's hard to figure out how to stop doing it though.

I've been feeling like a little bit of a disaster: unsure of what I want and unsure of which steps to take.
Scared of making wrong choices.

How do you know when to follow your heart?

So I just knit and watch BBC and drink so much coffee that I get a little twitchy.
 And I go to work.
Work isn't really a comfort but I look forward to it. Sometimes it makes things difficult: But it's a fun job, with fun fun people and we have fun.


That's all for now.