Yep. The Olympics are speeding rapidly to a close. . . and I'm knitting at a frenzied pace. Will I make it? Will I finish by Sunday? Am I feeling . . . under pressure?
Nah. No pressure. I'm making good progress, but I might not finish in time.
Maybe I'll finish. Maybe I won't. I'm not worried about it.
I haven't dropped everything to knit constantly. I haven't lugged this project to a hockey game or packed it in my car when I've gone visiting. I haven't skipped any workouts or meetings or sleep. (In full disclosure, though, I did put off cleaning my bathrooms. But I probably would have done that anyway.)
I used the whole Olympic-knitting challenge to get myself moving on a project I've "meant to" start for a long time. I chose this project, with all of its tedious moss stitch, as my Olympic knitting intentionally. You see, I can easily put off knitting a project like this; something I really do want to knit; something I know Tom will really like. But. . . a project that might be easy to set aside . . . to try something else. Something that doesn't have so much moss stitch; something that isn't brown; something that doesn't have a big, fat zipper waiting for me at the end.
So, whether I actually finish by Sunday or not, it doesn't matter. I feel really good about this project. It's almost done, and I've made great progress in a short period of time.
I've made some goofs. I've ripped. I've had some do-overs. I even had to do some maths! (More on that in a later post.)
But now, I'm in the groove. Almost finished. I can see the finish line. But. . . I'm NOT feeling. . . under pressure!