You know that moment when the stars align and everything finally makes sense?
Me neither. Sometimes I think I’m there, but then life gets rockin’ and rollin’ again, and off we go. I have a strategy, though. I’ve learned that knitting is a wonder drug. It’s the magic potion. It’s the discovery of penicillin, the advent of the railroad, and the landing on the moon all at the same time. Not only is it good for what ails you — it also connects you with other people and leads you to out-of-this-world moments of happiness and discovery.
I have a recurring dream about being ready to graduate from college and suddenly remembering I haven’t quite finished one class. The class is always something with numbers or formulae, and I haven’t done any of the reading. I may have even quit going to class. I may not even remember where or when the class meets. And suddenly everything hinges on passing the final exam for this class.
The anxiety of trying to figure out how to get to the exam and do well enough on it to graduate is huge to the point that I usually bolt awake in a tense mess. Here’s the thing, though. I haven’t had the dream lately. And you know what? I never have that dream when I’m knitting!
Now, by knitting I mean really knitting — doing it, thinking about it, strategizing about new projects. It’s only when I get too busy or too distracted by other things to knit that I end up feeling unprepared for the most important exam I’ve ever taken. So I’m finally doing the math: I need to knit. KNIT!!! Knit all the things! Knit everywhere! Under all circumstances, knit! Knit, knit, knit! As Sun-Tzu says in The Art of War: “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity” . . . TO KNIT!!