A few weeks ago, I got an idea.
I didn’t really need an idea.
I had just finished making a list of 51 crochet projects I have designed and for which I have not yet written a pattern.
I eat vegetables, exercise daily, and drive very carefully so that I don’t die before I get them done, because otherwise, my designs will die with me.
So I did not need a new design, but this one would not leave me, so I surrendered to the hook.
After three weeks of one design detour after another, there began to be less work to do rather than more, and then, a couple of days ago, I finished the ball:
But I had not written the pattern.
My list now had 52, rather than 51, items on it.
So I set my hooks aside, got out an assortment of crochet books, and chained myself (figuratively) to my computer and worked on the pattern.
And finally, after days of wrestling with my resistance, the pattern is done.
As for me, like the soccer ball:
I am ready for the next adventure.