I'm sitting here pulling apart an unsalvageable project that I've spent the past few days on, and I think that my favorite thing about knitting is how comfortable it teaches you to be with starting over.
Sometimes things don't turn out how we expected or wanted them to, and that's okay. It's frustrating and painful when we realize after days, or sometimes weeks or months (or years - I see you, armless sweater that I never finished) of hard, careful work, and pouring our love into something, that we long ago strayed from the steps we were following and it can't be fixed or saved.
I'm learning that the times I had to close chapters earlier than I expected... they weren't really endings - they were (often incredibly messy) untanglings (this is not a real plural word, don't use it in school) that made room for fresh starts.
The realization that something needs to come apart never really gets easier. I honestly believe that if you are doing it right, that piece is supposed to hurt. It means you care with your whole heart about getting it right.
What matters is having the wisdom to know if and when that time arrives, and, most importantly, having the courage - when you are ready - to choose to start again.
Eventually, you'll have something beautiful. Not perfect. Not without flaws. But something created with intention and care and love - something that keeps you warm.
