(I crack myself up. :)
But I'm really not. I have spent this year trying to knit. I did in fact manage to teach myself, and can knit/purl/cast on/bind off. But you know what?
I hate doin' it.
I really do. I don't like having a needle in both hands, I don't like all the loops on the needles, I don't like the "oh, geez, the stitches nearly fell off" moments... I am not a knitter. I am a crocheter.
So why am I so determined to put time I don't enjoy into knitting a sweater I almost certainly won't wear? I think it's because I feel like I started it and I should finish it.
Well, I'm finishing it right now. I will be frogging the sweater of doom and turning it into a nice crocheted sweater instead. Something by Doris Chan, I'm sure, for those of you who'll know what that means.
Without getting ridiculously over-philosophical, this is the same kind of thing I struggle with in my writing. The lighter tone is a hard sell these days, but it's what I have. It's how I talk, how I email, how I write. And I love it. So I need to do that, and not worry about what other people think about how it sounds. Or how I make my sweaters.