That's where I've been. After an injury that I thought had healed, I went to PT (for the ankle) on Monday and then to Yoga and then torqued my back really REALLY bad. So am laid up. Before this latest interruption, I was working on the longstitch class: frustratingly close to being ready to roll.
and this binding ...
and it all must just wait. I am going to let myself heal. Then get back on my feet more slowly.
I've come to this conclusion: my body is 56 years old. I never paid much attention to my aging body. Didn't give a fig about my age. It is really catching up with me: "I am 56 years old! For crying out loud, will you slow down?" Not much of a choice, is it? My mind and heart (soul) are 56 and that is a very good thing. I am grateful for that part of the aging process. And I need to respect the fact that my body is beginning to need some special attention.
Meantime, I am making granny square slippers for my granny-aged feet. Ha.