Just call me Linus.

For years I was going to therapy weekly, bi weekly. I've stopped within the last three months. Has it affected me?  I think so. However I'm still using the tools that I've learned to help not go to what Rebecca Bloom lovingly calls "Tyler Darkness" in her amazing show Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. So what have I replaced therapy with? Well, probably this blog for one (I hope). And knitting for another. I find myself knitting at every spare and odd moment that I can find. I carry knitting projects around even when I'm pretty sure I won't have a spare second to work on it. I carry it around like a security blanket. It is the thing that reminds me of who I am. I am a knitter. This defines me. I carry around a part of myself that can't be denied because it is a physical object. It exists and can't be turned into something else. I used to do the same thing with books when I was younger. Hell, I still carry the odd book or two when I'm feeling insecure. 

Packing for vacations or trips is hell because I am forced to choose what will define me on my trip, how many knitting projects, and let's face it books, can I bring that will shield/comfort me? 

I am Linus and my security blanket is just as warm and fuzzy as his. Mine just comes rolled in a ball.