Transformation

My hands are calloused. My fingers feel arthritic. This past week I’ve spent all my evenings at home, feverishly working on a freelance knitting project. And it feels so good to now have a bundle of finished products before me.

This pile of seemingly rough, rigid fiber will soon be transformed into something with an ethereal feel. I love that this fabric I created has the ability to transform so drastically.

I’ve been having a dream lately in which I transform what I do each day — that making and creating becomes my full-time job and working in an office is just a faded memory. What’s your dream?