I started crocheting 1,092 hours and 36 minutes ago. I'm the kind of person that if I put my mind to learning a new skill, I want to start on it right away and spend every minute trying to do my new hobby and incorporate it into every facet of my life.

About 3 hours and 18 minutes into learning to crochet, I realized I had to p*e. I knew it would be difficult to keep crocheting whilst in the loo, but I persevered and amigurumied a hands-free bidet contraption so that I wouldn't have to stop crocheting when nature calls. (Since we all know crochet can't be done by machine!!)

However, yesterday, my husband returned from his 16-hour shift, peered at me from behind the 7-foot-tall pile of yarn that has appeared in my craft room, and meekly asked me to get a job or we'd get evicted in another 720 hours as we're behind on the rent. I was in the middle of counting foundation stitches when he approached me with this awful question so all I could do was stare at him and count louder until he finally turned to go.

He was right -- a job was the only way we'd be able to stay in this place. So I spent the rest of the day getting through Part 4 of my Sophie's Universe to work up my courage to start looking for a job, and then 6 hours and 27 minutes later, I took 2 minutes to set my WIP down so I could start up a Twitch stream of my crochet.

In that 2 minutes, I found it was really difficult to make progress on my WIP. It was very discouraging to know I'd started this big project that I couldn't finish as quickly because of my work obligations. It might take me 2 minutes longer to finish this blanket at this rate!

I know it's not the end of the world, but crocheting literally every second is kind of what keeps me going and gives me a sense of achievement and I don't want to put it on hold.