The First Post

The amount of time I have spent agonizing over this first blog post is frankly ridicules. I just could not get myself to make the plunge into the blogosphere. 
'I can't have my first post today' I'd think to my self. 
'It's Thursday. Who ever started a blog on a Thursday? Wait until Monday.'

Then Monday would come around and I would forget, or be too busy or too tired and 'I wouldn't be able to write a coherent sentence, let alone anything like the magnitude of a First Blog Post.'

See, utterly ridicules. 

And it's been going like this since January.

I guess you could say Who's ever heard of a blog starting on Ash Wednesday? but if you are thinking this, please, please keep your mouth shut. I have finally gathered my bravery around me,  and I am going to cling tightly to it until this post is finished!

You want to know the odd thing? 
For some reason all it took was an unusually productive day on three hours of sleep for me to gather my bravery around me an finally sit down to type. 
This is even more odd when you consider that from 8:00 to 12:00 today I was taking care of a crying, teething, not quite toddler… 

Maybe after that I feel like I can do anything? 

'What do you like to do?' is one of those slightly awkward conversation starters, and it always causes my mind to go completely blank. The last time someone asked me I laughed and said "I like to knit."

I was sitting and knitting on a sock as we talked, and it was the first thing I could think of - but it is true. 

I always have knitting in my purse, along with at least one book, a notebook, and sometimes some sewing. Sometimes I feel like Mary Poppins with my magical bag of everything. 

Need hair pins? I've got three sizes.

Snack? Take your pick. 

Bandade? Got that too.

You're cold? There's probably a sweater and a pair of socks somewhere near the bottom...