Perhaps it was the fatigue of two days of splitting wood, perhaps it was lack of a good meal, perhaps it was dehydration, perhaps it was hormone related… but whatever it was I had a really rough time at ballet tonight and ended up in tears by the end of class.
The last time that happened (when several pre-professionals joined our class and left me demoralized) I went out and bought cheerful yarn for cheerful socks because hey, even if I can’t dance well, I can knit better’n any of them (goddammit)!
It was childish, petty, vindictive knitting. Bet you didn’t realize that was possible!
Anyway, I was feeling pretty miserable as I dressed to go home when I noticed the socks I was pulling on. Yep, those self-same cheerful Jaywalkers.
I may not be able to dance, but I can knit (goddammit) !
And now that I can, again, laugh at myself, it’s time to knit more socks.