Why when you want to start a new project and are looking for inspiration, nothing speaks to you; but when you're not looking for a new project, everything speaks to you?
Why is there not enough hours in the day to work, parent, eat, be a spouse and knit, and be able to do all these things with gusto and heart?
Why does your brain literally hurt when you are learning new concepts?
Why can't I figure out how to easily construct a pattern chart so I can publish the new sock pattern here and give some actual knitting-related content rather than random, fleeting thoughts?
Why is life so hard?
Why do we as women question our beauty, talent and intelligence, when we are smart, talented and beautiful women?
Why did I watch that stupid show last night and waste one hour of my life, when I could have used that hour to (a) clean a bathroom, (b) fold laundry, (c) have a conversation with my husband, or (d) gone to bed?
Why have I started 3 different projects this week and frogged each and every single one of them?
Why do I keep rambling on?
Why am I the only person in the world who doesn't know what the h-e-double hockey sticks is going on in Lost?
Why do all the adults in my house have to have such large feet, that it takes forever to make socks?
Why is it already March?
Ok, I'm feeling better now.
Thanks for listening.