Well, THAT was quick.

Every ounce of joy I was getting from sewing has been sucked out of me.

It just seems so...frivolous. And...unattainable. At least what I was wanting to do.

In fact, I can't seem to get excited about any of my craft things...or other hobbies. Or even writing here. It just seems so useless and an exercise in the illusion of my own self importance. A pretentiousness. I'm sure I'll be better later, but I just wanted to time stamp this:

Currently, I am not looking forward to anything. At all. A thought which quite frightens me, as I'm generally an upbeat individual who gets excited about way too many things at once.