Stress. One word describes it all. Really no more are needed. You tell someone that you are stressed and they immediately feel sympathy, possibly remembering their own feelings the last time they were stressed.
Today was stressful. I had a final at 8 am, which is unpleasant in itself, but then when I finished I realized I missed the bus home and had to wait, on campus, in the cold for the next bus. I finally made it home to a fight with my boyfriend. Fights with loved ones are never fun, but the hardest part is that we were both trying so hard to be heard that we ended up hearing nothing the other person said. Then I had to go back to campus for another final, which was annoying more than anything.
At the end of the day I just wanted to curl up with my knitting and enjoy some television. Everything was going great until I looked down at my knitting and realized that a stitch had been dropped some rows back. I'll admit, there was a moment of panic, or maybe two, but I just had to sigh, take a deep breath, and strategize.
What was I to do? It seems obvious, right, something every knitter begrudgingly knows. You just have to suck it up and unwind the beautifully knitted rows. At this point those rows become the most intricate part of the whole piece, they are so beautiful that you will never be able to duplicate them, and you completely have forgotten that only 5 seconds before you were criticizing those very same rows. Life is funny that way. Beauty is always found when its presence is threatened.
But I didn't unwind the rows. It was much too cruel a task. I was literally half way through my afghan and onto a new color. I did not, would not, face destroying those few precious rows. Fortunately I didn't have to. The dropped stitch was the very last stitch on the row, it must have slipped off of my needle when I put it down for a moment. Instead of going back to re-knit the work right, I improvised. Taking another needle, of similar size, I crochet along the edge, from the dropped stitch all the way to the new color. I then switched colors and worked up to where I had left off. Instead of binding off the stitch, I simply added it back to the knitting.
My point? Life WILL throw you curve balls, but you have to learn to roll with them. They might even turn out to not be so bad in the end. There will always be people telling you there is a right way to do things, but I say ignore the nay-sayers, be creative, and find your own solution.
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The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33:27)
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