I can't admit to knowing why I made this blog. Perhaps it's because my old blog stuttered and (in my opinion) died... how can you have a blog about knitting if you haven't finished a single object since you started it? From March to July, not a single thing finished. Once I realized this, it became very hard to keep up the facade of bravado: "I've just started a new scarf!" or "I'm going to knit myself a winter jacket!" What's the point if you've left behind ten previous unfinished projects? You know the same fate will await your new beau of a project.
But, here we are. A fresh start. A hopeful beginning. As I type this post I am imagining years and years of archived posts, a veritable record of my life. My life starting as an adult, beginning when I go away to college. The part of my life that really matters. My childhood was nothing very precious to me; I was always thinking of future and wanting to be rid of the present. Well, now the future's here, and what am I going to do about it?
I've always wanted to be a different person than the one I've been. Someone fitter, more active, more responsible, more religious, more appearance-conscious, more fashionable, more knowledgeable. Someone who finishes what she starts, no matter what. A better scholar, a kinder person. Someone who does not let her anger show but instead vents it in healthier ways. Someone hipper, more distinguishable. Someone who, when passing on the street, causes heads to turn and wonder: "Who is she?" Someone unique, quirky; who can hold her own in a very intellectual debate among high society.
A new Nicole. No time like the present.
