The year is more than a dozen days old. How are you doing on whatever decisions you may have made on the first?
I'm supposed to be living a risky life. Taking chances and thumbing my nose at fear of failure and all that.
How am I doing? Well... I'm mediocre at throwing my cares to the wind. Or my cars, as I first typed.
I said I wanted to knit something with a pattern. Well, I can't figure out how to read patterns. But I made up my own and guess what? I've messed it up pretty good. And some of the mess-ups I've fixed and others--most--I've left as is. It's a terribly imperfect scarf. Isn't that wonderful!? Of course it helps that it's for my son and he won't care a lick, but it's a start.
I've starting editing the story I wrote for NaNo and it's kinda scary. I don't know how to do this. But I'm just doing it. Taking a risk. Although I don't really know what I'm risking. I have a copy saved of the original, but it feels dangerous anyway.
Little changes. Little steps. What about you?