This is a guest post by Kaitlyn Myers. Kaitlyn (she/her/hers) is an active member of Slippery Rock University’s SPARK Club in her senior year as an English major with a Gerontology minor. She’s an advocate for embracing the everyday feelings that make us all human.
The other day, I was working on rolling my yarn into a ball to make it easier to crochet—a simple task in the crochet world. Here’s where I start laughing though, because this suddenly became anything but simple. After a few mispulls, I had over 100 yards of yarn colossally tangled.
I swear there seemed to be no point of return.
To say I was frustrated is an understatement. I just wanted to start working on a new hat out of this beautiful cream alpaca yarn! Instead, I sat looking at tangles that seemed neverending and unfixable.
This is how my grandpa found me: cluelessly looking at my yarn wondering what I should do next. I must have looked desperate because he sat down with me and offered to help.
So, after more than an hour of work, we had two balls of yarn ready to work with and detangled.
Naturally, I moved on and started my project, but I’ve continued to think about this tangled yarn. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s so much more than alpaca fur.
I constantly feel like I’m trying to untangle my life and figure out what I want to do. But, just like the yarn, I can’t push and pull at it because it’ll tangle more. I can’t become frustrated when it seems like there’s no hope for untangling.
But, as I remember looking over at my grandpa covered in yarn, waiting for me to give him an end to pull, I realized that it was okay for me to need help. Without even asking, I had someone there to offer me a hand.
Life requires other people, and they’re waiting, ready, for when I need them most.
