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I stand still for the longest four minutes I have ever experienced. Two skeins of yarn lie fuzzily within my palm, looking at me as I look at them. I frown with contemplation between the seduction of more yarn and my scrawny wallet. I softly exhale, and place the yarns back on the shelf with one last stroke. There is just something about the colors, the textures, and the way they feel on my hand. A few minutes later, I am skipping out of the craft store with a bagful of new yarns, full of new ideas for my next project. I can’t blame myself. These cuddly creatures are filled with irresistible possibilities!

I can remember when I was a little girl; I always helped my grandma to unroll balls of yarn as she knitted while I listened to her stories about unknown worlds. In my young eyes, knitting seems to be the most intriguing magic on earth. The needles works wonder and voila! A fluffy sweater appears. I beg my grandma to teach me how to knit, and she did patiently, “Here, yarn over, pull and yarn over again.” However, my tiny fingers never syncopate. I always ended up with a sad face, a soft pat on my head, and a large hole in grandma’s half finished project. Although unsuccessful, this experience awakened my desire for making creations happen and discovering new possibilities.

As I grew up, I stumbled my way challenging 3D origami, coding, painting, model building and sewing. I could continue being comfortable playing with papers, digits, fabrics, or plastics. However, the compassion yarn generated never left me– it is the root of my enthralling curiosity. On one of the most typical days in the library, my eyes wondered across a knitting book “This is it!” I rushed back to my house carrying my harvest and rummaged, for the only skein of yarn I had and a pair of chopsticks to substitute knitting needles. Confidently, I opened the book to the simplest starter stitches. “How complicated can string and sticks be?” Within just a few moments, my confidence shattered from a closer look at the tangled diagrams, feeling terrified. This was not like any other crafts I have ever done! I shrank into the clueless little girl with tiny fingers again. Drowning in confusion, I picked up the yarn tail and made an attempt to cast the disobedient string onto the chopstick. A few minutes passed. My progress shocked me: not one single loop of yarn stayed together! “What I am twirling looks exactly like the diagram right? Right? Right?” To my disappointment, not exactly. My failure didn’t discourage me. Instead, my stubborn nature emerged. I gulped a deep breath in and glared intensely at the diagram, scrutinizing while running the yarn over or under the chopstick accordingly… Fast forward to a day after, when my hands trembled with ecstasy: I had made a yarn bow!

Yarn shaped my personal and intellectual life drastically. Yarn taught me resilience, bravery, and innovation. Yarn brings me a sense of home and tranquility. Every time I come back to yarn, all my pains alleviate and all my mistakes feel forgiven. Just like how every fast knot, no matter how complex has a way to unfasten; every obstacle, no matter how rough, will get pushed through. By taking it one stitch at a time, I can reflect back upon why mishaps happen, and renovate my perspective. The triumph of my first knitted bow took me to places that I can't even pronounce for thrilling adventures. I strive for more moments like that! My obsession with construction became part of my identity. Every single time I see something made by my own hands; I’ll feel shocked by the potential of raw materials. Looking up into the sky, I see balls of yarn evolving. I am evolving.