First things first — sock the first of my current pair is done! I finished it last night at the pub, and declared myself god for managing Kitchener stitch with people around. *giggles* I’m happy with it though. It fits nicely, it looks good, and is super comfortable. I’m slowly casting on for the second one, but I keep getting distracted by shiny objects.
Last night was fab, as Thursdays tend to be. The group is still smaller than the Wednesday group, but that’s fine. It’s very pleasant and sociable. E comments that she gets more chatting done rather than knitting, which well… I do both in spades. I tend to make better progress when I’m out of my nest of gaming computers for some reason.
One thing that came out yesterday was very edifying. I won’t go into details, but it reminded me the value of solid, adult relationships. I still have triggered-as-fuck responses to some things, and my expectations tend to be fatalistic at times — because I am used to being treated as though I don’t matter. Not that I stand for that either exactly, but like. Conditioning is hard to break, and I’m still trying to find the right balance. I can take pride in myself though that I have made myself do things that scare me and leave me shaking because I know it’s the right thing to do. Sometimes it backfires, and sometimes it works out. Whatever the case, I will continue to live my life unafraid as best I can.
Beyond that, today marks 10 years since I moved to the United Kingdom. Or, as I put it — 10 years since I finally got to come home. I was chatting with my sister earlier and she said it’s been good for me. It has. I am in a much better place than I used to be, I have a good life, a great family, good friends, and better relationships than I used to have with many of my old friends due to my own continued self-improvement.
Right, I’ve inhaled some cheesecake, so I should probably thinking about my knitting.