New Hobbies and Old Fears

So I started knitting this week. Yeah, yeah, it's super lame compared to like rock climbing or learning a new language, but you know what? It relaxes me more than anything else has in years. But uh... every time I pick up the needles, all I can think about is how my grandma used to do it and then she died last year. I keep trying not to cry, but sometimes the memories get too strong. Maybe if I keep practicing, I'll get better at handling them, you know? Or maybe I should just stick to crochet. But I kinda like this fancy new craft store we have nearby with all these cool patterns and yarns in colors I've never seen before. It's nice having somewhere where everyone is trying something they love too, but sometimes it feels a bit overwhelming when everyone there seems so confident compared to my shakiness. Still, I guess it’s good to try new things even if I get scared.