Crocheting = Therapeutic

I crocheted my boyfriend a hat today. In doing so, I decided that crocheting is seriously relaxing. I feel kind of like an 80-year-old woman when I sit down with my little crochet hook and a ball of yarn, but it helps me block everything out and calms me down. I just sat there in my living room for a few hours today zoning out as I listened to Modest Mouse and crocheted my little heart out. It was nice.

I also noticed that I go through these intense phases where I get in to painting or photography or baking or whatever and then out of nowhere I just set it aside. I have a half-finished painting sitting on the floor in my apartment that could probably be finished in a matter of hours, but I just don’t feel like working on it anymore. I sat there staring at the painting as I crocheted the hat wondering why I was starting a new project instead of finishing an old one. I came to the conclusion that I will get to it one of these days, but I am waiting until the mood strikes.