Knots

Have you ever noticed how life is like knitting? It starts with a slip knot and is so easy to unravel, but if you keep working a head even your mistakes seem small-even beautiful. As you move through the piece and time you can do more complex things that look amazing; but it is the simple ordinary daily stuff, the regular old garter stitch, which are the bones of life. The simplicity, of knit row one and purl row two- get up, live life, got to bed, and do it again, that makes it easy to tackle the challenges of cables and tricky days when the car breaks down. We somehow get through the tricky stuff and are prettier for the work. Lately I feel so disconnected from myself. What kind of afghan am I making? Is my life is like that unfinished afghan stuffed in the closet waiting for me to come back to it? Am I unraveling? Am I just in the boring garter stitch part? Am I in a knot in the middle of the skein? Is it time to change the color? Where is the pattern? I don’t like patterns anyway; I am always changing them to suit me. Whose pattern is it? Do I know what it is al supposed to turn out like? What if I don’t have the right needles? What if I don’t have the right yarn? Life is like knitting and all full of knots.