There's something I'd like you to know.
I get discouraged. And not just about that shirt/shoes combo. And I don't mean just a little discouraged--
I mean, like, hands stretched out to the sky, yelling, "Why? WHY??"
That kind of discouragement.
I mean like, when I "joke" that my projects are a hot mess, I'm not really joking. I mean, the last year and a half in my house, with all the massively creative, but awesomely craptastic, insane-in-the-membrane schemes I've had have been a learning curve of epic proportions for me.
Use a saw? Build something? ME??
But back to this discouragement:
I can jack something up like it is nobody's biz-nis. I've often stifled the desire to yell "Don't look that close! Stand back! Like, 20 feet!" whilst someone looks at my latest crap-letion.
So what am I saying, besides that I am a screw-up?
I guess I'm saying that in the wake of ginormous projects looming in my very near future,
I could stay in the corner of my room, rocking back and forth, mumbling "what's the use?" with large portions of chocolate,
I could embrace that I'm a slow learner. Embrace all those bad paint jobs, bad cuts, dumb-butt injuries, and "I don't get it." 's.
I could simultaneously take a tip from Yoda, and "Do or do not. There is no try.", and one from Captain Nesmith, and "Never give up; never surrender."
I think I'll do that.
And, I mean, practice makes perfect, right?
Even if I need a hundred times more practice then the next guy?