i am so excited to talk today about a most inspiring start to my year of knitting dangerously. it was a total coincidence that this event took place immediately after i decided to trade in my stethoscope for my knitting needles, but i’m pretty sure if i hadn’t really committed to this year, i would have never made the trek. in fact, i doubt i would have stumbled upon this event in the first place. i can’t even begin to express how fortunate i am for this serendipitous timing. attending the 2014 wool symposium at the fibershed out in gorgeous pt. reyes absolutely changed the course of this year for me. Continue reading
alright, i’m finally back to talk about my year of knitting dangerously! it has been off to a pretty great start, full of excitement and opportunity and ideas, and a lot of knitting already. i continue to be so encouraged and inspired by all of your generous support, stories, empathy and well wishes. to be completely honest, i was a little anxious about so publicly displaying my denunciation of my real, concrete job to………..knit (?!). in fact, i think much of the reason i wrestled so fiercely with the concept even in my own brain (and continue to, even as i’m deeper in it each passing day) boils down to guilt. i am so aware of how fortunate i am to be in a position to do something so radical and impractical and self serving, it honestly makes me feel guilty to talk about it openly. Continue reading
you guys. i am totally blown away by the response i got on my last post. here i thought it was just my mom and her three friends reading/interested! i am so completely flattered/touched/encouraged/inspired by all of your incredibly thoughtful comments and your outpouring of support. while i get the sense that i might look back on this as a total “duh” decision, as we all know, sometimes (always?) even the most obvious answers just take the work to get to, and there’s no way around it, and we are enriched and emboldened by that journey. mine is so full of promise and hope and excitement each day. really, i feel like the luckiest gal alive. but it’s also scary and nerve wracking at first, and you can’t imagine the confidence and comfort i feel knowing not only how much you all stand in solidarity, but also how much these struggles and challenges, wishes and dreams resonate with so many people at so many stages in their lives. Continue reading
you guys, i apologize in advance for this epic rant. i wrote a far more succinct and diplomatic version of this post on a flight back from chicago a week ago, after which i noticed my computer charger had mysteriously disappeared from my checked bag (?!) and my laptop sat lifeless for a few days while i waited to get a new charger. in that time, the concept of this post morphed somewhat in my head, and now i feel like there’s just a lot more to say.