I have been staring at two skeins of yarn for the last five days. It was a gift from a co-worker and mixed with opossum from ages ago.
I didn't know what I wanted to cast on. I didn't know if I had the right sized needles. I only had the ones with me tho because I am on a boat again.
Today I made the decision, I cast on and started knitting. Still not really sure what it was going to end up as but I decided it didn't matter it was time to start. I like that I can just start that up and it doesn't matter where it ends the process just feels good. Like maybe I'm sorted out. Like if I can get my knitting together, maybe I can piece together this unraveling life of mine.