Coming Untangled

I began the process of sorting through my yarn collection, of untangling strings that have been bound together for some years now, of separating, of thinning out, of grouping yarns of the same weight or manufacturer together.  I tell you, this endeavor felt like such a metaphor for our lives.  With three moves within a year and a half (two of those across the country) and a whole lot of emotional and physical unrest, we are just now (a few months shy of a year since our last move) starting to feel grounded in our house and in our skin.

There are so many, many things I have been wanting to tend to since all the moving/shifting/unsettling began but most days I felt as though we were just getting by, just putting another day behind us.   But things have began to settle for us and some of those forgotten projects are now getting some attention.

The sense of accomplishment I am getting from little things like untangling my stash of yarn and categorizing it on Ravelry is almost comical.  I have even gotten a label-maker (and boy oh boy do I love my labels?!). How horrified my twenty-five year-old self would be at this thirty-six year-old me. Oh, but it feels good to be in my own skin, better than it has felt in a long time.  Now for those baby books...