lost and forgotten.
I love when my hands hurt
from doing what I love
and I miss that kind of hurt,
because instead, my heart hurts.
My heart hurts when I think
about the fact that crocheting
may never get me where I want to be.
I might never get to make my own schedule
- to wake up and craft and craft and sell
until it's time to go to bed,
and then start all over again.
I need to get inspired.
I want someone to believe in my abilities.