Earlier today, as I was stuck dog sitting, I sat with my needlepoint and pattern in hand...
Fuck... Fuck... Fuck.Fuck.FUCK!
The pattern wasn't working right and I realized I had screwed up somewhere around 3 days ago. I had to rip out half of what I had accomplished on my first project since trying to pick up this hobby again. And in the midst of doing so I realized something...
I didn't have to make it right, no one would have known the difference between a few missing stitches and the ones that were put in the right place. I wanted to make it right.
How many chances does life offer for a genuine do-over? How many times do you get a second chance to really make something right?
That thought took a lot of the anger away as I appreciated the simple chance to start over when so often we are not granted the ability to do so. Sometimes all it takes is the right perspective and all is right again with the world.
Posted by Princess Cat at August 18, 2005 11:22 PM @ 11:22 PM in SSDD // Permalink | TrackBack... you show wisdom, glasshoppa...
Posted by: Eric at August 19, 2005 07:47 AMwhatever helps you sleep better at night
Posted by: ArmyWifeToddlerMom at August 19, 2005 10:54 AMBetter person than I. I discovered I left a kid out when I was crossstitching and just kept on going. Figured out what I needed to fill in the spot. Not one person has realized a kid is missing yet.
Posted by: VW Bug at August 20, 2005 12:52 PM