December's Fallow Fields

This is a pretty good visual analogy, actually.

It would appear I was more burned out than I thought, a condition which was not assisted by work suddenly going from zero to All The Stress Ever.  I haven't been able to do a blessed thing except knit since Colossus: The 19th Century Project was complete, and even that hasn't been constant.  On the bright side, the first sock is done, and I'm maybe a sixth of the way into the 2nd sock (it should have been further, but I didn't get as much done on my travels as I hoped).  I also took a swift detour to start knitting up [REDACTED] for [REDACTED]'s Giftmas, and I'm mildly smug that it's going both swiftly and competently considering it's something I haven't done before.

I'm still feeling uninspired as regards sewing.  There's one project I'd like to do for [REDACTED]'s Giftmas, which I don't think should be difficult but I do have to think it through, and the thinking is the problem.  At the same time, I am feeling the hot breath of You Should Get Some Recreation Stuff Going on the back of my neck; there will be an Arts & Sciences display next month and I really ought to have something to present; I should be doing; I should be advancing my skills and showing this to the world; but my tank of fucks appears to have the needle stuck at "E".  --Interestingly, I was feeling more motivated the week before Christmas.  I wonder how much of this is holiday exhaustion made 100x worse by the wretched cold I've had for the past week.   It is admittedly hard to feel energized and creative when you are horking up lung every time you take a deep breath.

I am trying to combat my general malaise by focusing on small goals, little wins.  I'll concentrate on finishing [REDACTED] and [REDACTED].  I'll nibble away on the 2nd sock while stuck on the couch with lurgy.  I will do the last 10% of work on the furshlugginer or nué pouch so it can be DONE DONE DONE (even if it is wrong wrong wrong).   And then, I'll see where my brain is at.