I have been working on a cross-stitch headband for a few weeks now and today I was sick of it. I forgot my books in our black car, which my son borrowed, so I picked up the needlework to keep myself busy during a dance lesson. Sitting on the floor in a church hallway, listening to Irish music as Maia hopped, jigged and reeled, I looked at the needlework and cussed a bit, quietly to myself. Ho hummmmm, tiny stitches, tiny gains.
As I brought the needle in and out, my busy mind started to smooth out and I softly heard my mind's voice finding some parallels between this project and life. If you continue to work on a project, according to the plan, the result is pretty much guaranteed, barring any bizarre unforeseen event.
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