Crocheting is my drug of choice.

Crocheting is my Prozac, my pain killer, my ultimate distractor, my friend. I have made a lot of changes in my life recently, but one of the key ones is crocheting.

I sometimes worry about what people think of me, but not when I am crocheting (especially not when I am crocheting in public).

The other night I had an allergic reaction to coconut oil and itched all over my body, my mouth and my throat. I crocheted until my husband came home with the benadryl and until it kicked in and I could sleep.

I was feeling lonely and fretting over a lot of things, but crocheting distracted me enough that I was able to get out of my head and get everything I needed to get done completed.

I was pmsing, cramping, and feeling rather blah about myself, but a night of crocheting (and watching Dr. Who) left me feeling like I had complicated something and distracted me from my blah feeling.

I think life is crazy, complicated, and hard to process, but crocheting is something that keeps your hands busy, requires some focus, but still allows your mind to flow. All the while crocheting often has a pattern and an end that usually has possible results.

Crocheting is awesome. I heart it.