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This cotton fiber disturbs my calm. I spin yarn to produce calm, to maintain calm. Do I need to spin a yarn that disrupts that sweet serenity?

I suppose I do.  I suppose deep down inside of me, deep deep down, in the darkest recesses of my soul there’s a part of me that must force the rest of me to spend my precious spinning time in unpleasant ways by promising me that I will like the finished yarn. I just hope that part of me isn’t a liar. I hope I’m not yanking my chain here.

I also wonder if that part of me has a knitting counterpart. I don’t think it does. I think the knitting part of my soul is much more territorial about it’s time. It offers no false and fleeting hopes. It doesn’t make me persevere by promising that I’ll like a sweater that is obviously ugly. I wish the knitting part of me would go down to the spinning part of me and kick its ass.

At the very least I wish the spinning part of me would stop looking at the pathetic unfilled bobbin of cotton yarn and shut up.