Tonight, I was all ready to tell a story through knitting. Or about knitting. I’m not sure which. I know I intended to do some actual knitting, and being honest, that was the goal. Somehow that seemed like a good beginning for talking about how knitting plays a role in my life, and how we are all connected by the things we wear to warm us.
But it’s almost 11pm, and I haven’t even picked up the needles. The yarn is still in its craft store bag. It seems like I find myself here more often than not: looking forward to some time to make things, and running up against the clock. I then have to decide to either stay up late, which also means risking losing even more sleep if the Widget has a nightmare, or go to bed responsibly on time, and lose my last little bit of personal time for the day.
Tonight, however, I am facing this decision for a good reason. I just finished a phone date with a good friend — a woman who has known me since college. We drift apart for months, even a year or two, but always reconnect. While our lives have changed in many ways, we still manage to talk for an hour or more, about our families, our work, our hopes for the future.
Talking with her reminded me how valuable conversation for the sake of it can be. How a dear friend’s voice can quiet my nerves and help me see the good in myself and the world around me.
And in a way, isn’t that what a story a day could be? I’m talking to you, of course, while I’m futzing around making these little projects. I’m hoping you are listening, and will someday talk in return.
I wanted to knit and think about connections, but instead I made an actual connection with a woman who means a lot to me. All in all, it was a night well spent.