Honestly when I started this little "knit every day and document it" thing, I didn't think it'd go very far. I figured I'd get bored and then just not do it or I'd get a job (HA!) and not have time but here I am, 50 days in and I'm still jobless and only a little bored. Tonight was just one of those nights when I didn't want to knit but I pulled out this bad boy and decided to do a couple of rows. Slowly but surely, right?
So yes, this was an honest surprise. I'm constantly afraid that I missed a day or that I skipped a number or something and that next year I'll be off by a few days or something. Call it paranoia or perfectionism or what you will.