Never Finished, Always Beginning

 Let’s set the scene: five nearly-finished crochet projects staring at me like tiny judgmental children. Each one whispers, “Finish me… or else.” And yet… here I am, enthusiastically starting on a sixth.

But this isn’t just any project—it’s Christmas-themed. Yes, Christmas. At the end of August. Because ADHD brains don’t just chase shiny new ideas—they sprint full-speed into seasonal chaos four months early. All of a sudden snowflake are the shiny new object of my affection and shells are cast aside.

Some might call it procrastination. I call it therapeutic prep. Each ball of yarn is a tiny coping strategy, each row of stitches a brief moment of focus before my mind darts to the next crisis—or shiny new granny square. Why are they called granny squares…  Anyways, those five unfinished projects? They’re evidence of my ADHD superpower: starting with unrivaled enthusiasm, finishing… eventually, maybe, who knows.

So here I sit, untangling yarn, untangling thoughts, and contemplating my life choices while happily ignoring all the things that don’t involve me, my yarn and a crochet hook. Will this Christmas-themed project be done by December? This year?

Who cares! The important thing is the thrill of starting, the joy of stitches, and the tiny victories of making chaos look neat—if only for a moment.