On the eve of my 48th birthday I am am astonished at how much time has passed since the last time I really took note of my age! Seems to me the last time I looked I was in my early to mid 40's, a period in my life that I was really enjoying. I had learned to knit and was having a blast allowing my time to be consumed by anything and everything woolly!
But if I stop to think about the time, it was in the middle of my 40's that DD1 was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, and that is where I think I was no longer concious of the passage of time. It is hard to believe that almost 3 years has passed since then - it screamed by like a freight train, running the rails flat out, with barely enough time to be cognizant of the ever changing view. There, and then gone, in a flash - like when you are stuck in your car at the railway tracks, staring out through your windsheild, and then the flash and roar of the train as it fills the view, and then its gone and the barriers lift, and your vision clears, you move forward. And that's how it is that I have come to the surprising realization that tomorrow, I will be 48, officially in my late 40's. It is very, very weird to be here.
But throughout, the knitting has stuck with me, constantly soothing, always within reach, a welcome and sometimes necessary distraction during the crazier moments, the yarn with comforting fimilarity, slipping through my fingers on an almost a daily basis. And with every finished project I could mark the time on the tracks like a railway station, where I have stopped to re-fuel, or load or un-load some cargo. The beauty of all that knitting is that I am able to look back at the time - the time that went by in a flash - well marked by the projects, the train stations, that I created as I sped along those tracks, and see that the time was, indeed, well spent.
Happy 48th to me! Knit on....
