It’s one week to Christmas and I’m starting to believe my knitting goals (at least the ones I still have) for gifts for that day may not happen. I’ve already edited my plans. A lot. But I’ve still been clinging to the hope/wish/dream (however unrealistic) that I could have nine pair of socks for my nieces and nephews done by then.
I’ve made good progress but to finish I’d have to finish a sock everyday between now and then. I know that Christmas will come whether I’ve finished or not. In the grand scheme of life, this is incredibly minor. With only socks for my nephews who are 3 and under left to finish, they probably aren’t going to notice or care if I’m late.
But I’ll notice and care. I want to finish them. So, I hear a cup of coffee and my needles calling. And one week from now, hopefully I’ll be knitting with my coffee, but more calmly without this sense of impending doom.