Knitting is the thread that winds its way through every one of my days, and unless I’m stuck on a project, there is joy in all the moments I spend thinking about it, doing it, being a knitter. It’s made me feel creative again, and the other things I like to do — make watercolors, take pictures, spin yarn, play with paper — are more satisfying because I knit and I’ve developed the knitter’s discerning eye.
I’m proud of what I can do with two sticks and some string, and every single time I pick up these simple tools I feel strong, and capable, and creative, and content. This is when I am my best self. I am a knitter.