I have a confession to make: I’m not working on anything. No sewing or knitting projects. I’m not reading any novels. I haven’t even sewn a single heart on my quilt this week. Or sewn a single stitch at all. It isn’t for a lack of things to work on or a lack of desire for a project. I have been obsessively browsing through Ravelry, and I have been sleeping with Quilting Happiness. I have a teetering stack of vague projects and quilting cottons waiting to be cut into; if only I knew what I was cutting out. In a different time, I would be suffering from the anxiety of…