I have my bag all set to travel with me to work and play. New size 3 needles, a ball of sock yarn, my book. Everything is all, literally, at my fingertips to be in my hands.
Why can't I seem to get this first sock going then? I have ripped out the first two rows twice now because I cannot get 52 stitches to make an even 2x2 ribbing. I cannot pick up my project at work during my lunch time because I am either eating at my desk and knitting there seems, well, not quite appropriate and then my only other recourse is the cafeteria. Nuh-uh. I cannot settle down in this new space of mine yet. It isn't quite home to me, although I love it more than my previous place with its larger, colourful rooms. Knitting doesn't seem to be a top priority at night when there are still bins to unpack and lunches to make. The flow isn't quite there in my Life--and therefore, the flow isn't happening in my projects.
I guess this happens to everyone, right? I mean, I know it won't last forever. However, a little reassurance and inspiriation would be helpful.