Some days, my body slows me down… today is one of those days. Being sick has a way of reminding me that I’m human—that rest is necessary, and grace matters. But even in the middle of the fatigue, the aches, and the fog, I still picked up my hook. Not because I had to… but because crocheting has become my quiet place. Each stitch feels like a small act of defiance against giving up. A reminder that even when I’m not at my strongest, I can still create something beautiful. I may move slower, take more breaks, and listen to my body more closely—but my hands still know what to do. This isn’t about pushing through pain. It’s about choosing softness. Choosing something that brings comfort when my body needs it most. Today, that comfort looks like yarn, silence, and letting myself just be. If you’re having one of those days too—be gentle with yourself. Progress doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers, one stitch at a time. 💛🧶