Last week was completely devoted to learning a new skill - crochet. For some reason, all previous attempts to figure out this craft eluded me and I struggled to 'read' the stitches. Well, I hunkered down and hooked and ripped and hooked and ripped. But I finally banged out a potholder.
The thing is, being able to see the mistakes meant I was learning to read the stitches and that makes all the difference.
I've got four more of these to make in the next two weeks, and I now think it's an achievable goal. And I'm glad I took the time to finally learn this one, because I have a few home-based projects in mind that would really be suitable in crochet.
I've also been thinking about people with a tendency to feign an air of mystery. When taken to the extreme, maybe it's a ruse to hide the fact there's nothing there! Intent without action is merely wishful thinking. Lack of action is simply this: nothing. And I've been putting way too much energy into something that is nothing. Better to focus on what's right in front of me, it's real and I always bet on real.