I'm knitting again, a blanket out of scrap yarn to use up some of my stash. And while I'm happy it dwindles down some of my supply, I'm more thankful for the relief it brings to my soul. The repetitive motion of knitting row after row and having to concentrate so I don't mess it up and end up with holes all over the place calms my anxiety. It's been a rough week, and I'm so grateful to have knitting as a method of self care.
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