Oh where, oh where did my momentum go? oh where, oh where could it be?
With it’s attention span so short and it’s project list so long, oh where, oh where could it be.
With this mournful face looking up at me, it’s hard to keep any incentive to do anything but sit in the floor and let her nuzzle me.
I kind of lost my coat momentum when I had to stop to talk to Syd about weight. The coat was not going to serve the purpose I intended. It wasn’t going to be much more than a windbreaker and while that’s what she intended, I pointed out that she has a plethora of hoodies that serve the purpose of windbreakers and what she didn’t have was a real coat.
The mission of convincing a rock to change it’s mind accomplished, I just couldn’t pick it up again, so it sits here, with the pockets on, reminding me that I really was trying to do this while my memory was still retaining all the tricks of how it went together.
But, instead, I started six more rows of my Texas Braid
And, then I got all OCD about this and making sure those borders were coming out the right size to lock together.
Noticing the trend? Last week, feeling like I had to be on spot with everything, focused on a single project and working it to perfection. This week, waiting and unable to do anything to influence the outcome, dashing about with no ability to focus at all; mind constantly flitting from project to project.
Be well. Have a great Tuesday. Lane