The idea of loops runs through my life. Loops don’t just happen on my bamboo knitting needles, which is perhaps why I haven’t written in this blog since I began it. The idea of writing about knitting must have felt too limiting, too stifling, thus I abandoned it. Or perhaps because I did not think to capture my projects in writing; I merely knit and moved along to the next project.
You see, I’m a writer, and a teacher of writing. Words are also loops. I teach others to knit, metaphorically speaking, on the page. They create loops, I create loops, it’s a loopy life. Writing, knitting, it’s all of a piece in my life.
And life itself is a series of loops. One event loops into another, which loops into another, the way yarn loops into itself and words loop together.
Today, another loop in life. I received a phone call telling me I was going to be called after the first of the year to set up a phone interview for the tenure-track job I applied for at the college where I currently teach. It was a phone call that felt like it might be the beginning of a new level of security for me. Something felt right about it. However, I know from last time not to be presumptuous, to combat a sense of entitlement. There are no guarantees I will go any farther than the phone interview round. Absolutely none. I will take it moment by moment.
Loop by loop.