It started accidentally.
I didn't mean to craft everyday but I meant to regain a rhythm I had lost somewhere in November. My life was speeding ahead of me and I flirted with post exertional malaise a little too much (met it full on in early December). I had to stop, reel everything back, stay home, sit on the sofa, be still, and rest. So I picked up my crochet hooks, my yarn, my embroidery needles, and whatever other craft I had lying about.
I stashed projects in my every day bag and picked something up during a lunch break, a train commute, a long week-end away. I didn't have to think about it, craft simply landed in my hand every day (almost) because I wanted to. I was drawn to the wool and cotton, to learning new skills, to delighting in newfound creativity, to let myself be still and at rest whilst my hands slowly worked.
And here we are, almost 25 days of crafting and learning. Some days have been skipped because long covid will do as long covid will do and I can only listen and let the pain and fatigue take over when they want to.
Day 01

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Day 03
None. Too long of an office day.
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Day 07
Embroidery and crochet. No images created.
Day 08
None. A long day of weaving mills visit and long hours in the car as light disappeared.
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Day 25

Will I carry on working on a craft every day? Maybe.
I did enjoy the soothing routine and the grounding practice of repetitive movements, but I will not make it a goal. If it happens, it happens. If not, that is fine. I'm likely partaking in another activity that brings me joy or resting as I must.