The knitting bag that sits beside me was opened today and the mess that I've let grow in there was sorted, unraveled, and put to rights. I think I had like ten various balls of yarn all knotted up together. It was a mess.
I'd been putting it off for a while. I just felt like I had more important things to do. I'd open the bag, fight for like five minutes to retrieve whatever it was that I needed, and then zip it up as quickly as possible, mostly so that this yarn monster wouldn't eat me.
It was weighing on my mind though. I knew I needed to do something. Crafts are done best when everything is kept organized. Besides, I felt like it was starting to become a metaphor for my life.
It took a few hours, but I finally got through it all. I started with the smallest bits first, the ones that stood out at odds with everything else, like that dark gray and the maroon. Then I worked on whatever seemed to be the most willing to let go of the knottage. I had the yellow before the other colors. The orange came soon after.
The blue was the last to go. I had the most of it and it was in several different balls that were all joining up together. Part of it was just cut off, which meant I was finding end pieces all over the place.
You know, there is probably more metaphor for my life in terms of how I fixed this. I was consistent. I kept working on it. I sorted the smaller and easiest to handle pieces first. I left the bigger, complex masses for the last part, when I could more easily see them with everything else out of the way. Maybe I should apply this to everything.
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