...Started Knitting...

So I started knitting last week after finding some old needles in my grandmother's attic. It was supposed to be a hobby for the winter months since I keep getting colds, but now it just feels... weird? There’s something oddly soothing about it, like unraveling my thoughts and putting them back together in patterns and colors. But every time I pick up those needles, all I can think is 'Why am I doing this again?' It's not that I don't enjoy it, it’s more like I’m afraid of how much I might actually start to like it...