Finished

I have just finished the project I have been working on since late October, and approximately 66% of the babies for which I was knitting have been born.

I feel like, aside from Christmas, there was nothing else getting me out of bed in the morning. Now that it is done, I am not sure what to do with myself. I have a strange sense of emptiness, like I no longer know who I am. I've been pretending to fix up my life but I really don't know what needs fixing. It sounds stupid, that sounds like I'm a drug addict or something, but the real truth is that I am not happy with who I am, the boring college graduate who didn't do anything with her life, who purposely doesn't live any adventures, and can't seem to get up the energy to make a few phone calls, and send out a few job applications, who doesn't have the energy to call the damn nutrition office about a graduate degree because she's been telling everyone she doesn't really know what she wants in life but in actuality there's really nothing at all that she wants.

No, I don't really feel like that all the time...
Sometimes I feel like this:


And other times I feel like this:


Since I have been working on this post on and off for about 4 1/2 hours, I am currently not any of the above, but am feeling like this: