It's very pleasant to knit in the winter, a big project on the lap keeps you nice and warm in the cold weather.
Although, sometimes I wonder if I'm happily knitting away my life. Should I be doing bigger, grander things? I have talents, should I be making better use of them?
I always second guess my choices. I wish I didn't but I can't help it, my mind always tends towards thoughts about what-might-have-been. I keep hoping I'll get better as I get older and I have, a little bit. But still I'm plagued by the idea that I should be striving for greatness. Seems silly when I put it in writing. Maybe it's our culture, or maybe it's my inner competitiveness showing up when it's absolutely useless. Who knows?
In any case I find sitting on the couch watching a movie with a nice warm future sweater on my lap far more satisfying than conquering mountaintops or scaling the corporate ladder.
