Thursday, October 27, 2011
It’s a process, this adaptation. I know that. However, when you don’t know what to do next to facilitate it, you can really benefit from being the patient type. I am not the patient type. Although I am a much more patient driver than my mother-in-law. But that’s a story for another day.
I moved last weekend and am now 500 miles away from my life of the last year, but now I seem to be in a limbo of sorts. The majority of my studio is in a storage shed in Indiana for several reasons. The biggest reason is that it’s possible that job opportunities might necessitate another move. How many times do I really want to move several hundred pounds of glass? And yet, how will I know when this period of uncertainty is over?
For now I will look for the creativity in everyday things. And I will knit a lot. The repetitive nature of knitting calms me. I begin to seem like an obsessive troll to those around me – hunched over clacking knitting needles in a dark corner, ignoring the dog’s whimpers for a walk – but I tell them it’s cheaper than therapy.