Imagination

My very active imagination sometimes runs away with me.  While it's incredibly helpful when the muse is constructing a story in my brain or the other muse is planning a pattern, it can also be exceedingly detrimental to my wellfare when it goes haywire in my real life.  When I've blown a look or a silence way out of proportion and I've convinced myself it meant way more than it actually did.  This happens a lot to me at work...when I've decided that the contemplative silence of my co-worker means that she's actually pissed at me because she had to answer the phone when it was my turn because I was away from my desk making a copy...

You see how I can get?

Of course, it then turns into a vicious cycle of me trying to be good and stay at my desk, even when I actually need to get up and do something.  And then I think, "She's not really mad, I answer the phone when it's her turn and she's away from her desk." And I've got myself convinced that it's all in my brain and then next thing I know, I'm all upset because I think she's mad again. 

Anyway, it really is all in my head and I just need to let it go. 

And I really need to figure out a pattern for that baby blanket because that baby is almost two months old.  But it has to be something that I don't hate with a vengence because if it is I'll just keep frogging it. 

And I need to stop complaining about it and just get it done. 

Maybe I'll be able to refocus my imagination into a fruitful endeavor.