(What in the world was I thinking?)
Detangling yarn, rather like housework, is highly conducive to introspection (and the occasional muttered imprecation). As I work the yarn over and under and in and out of itself, I ponder the significance of my actions. What does this silly attempt say about me? ("Misguided optimism" and "the triumph of hope over experience" are two phrases that come to mind.)
Am I a foolish optimist? Perhaps - at least where my own actions are concerned. I always think that projects and tasks will take less time than they do - which explains why I'm usually a few minutes late. Every year, as Christmas draws near, I take on too many projects at once, in the happy assumption that I can easily finish them all before the big day. (Do I finish them all? Usually - to the great detriment of sleep and regular meals and Mr. M's comfort.)
Is this optimism, or self-delusion? (Or simply a lack of organisation?)
And which is better: to think that a thing is possible - which some might call dreaming - then try it, only to experience failure? Or to assume the worst, and never try at all?
It would take more of a philosopher than I am to answer this question. Besides, I've got yarn to untangle.
At least it's part silk, which makes it nice and slippery. :)
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Are you a risk-taker with yarn (or other aspects of life)? Or do you prefer to play it safe?
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