I’m frightened of doing the buttonholes on the shirt I am making.
They are kind of irreversible.
Once the fabric is cut (which you do as you start making them) then there is no going back.
It feels like I could really stuff this up.
What if I get it wrong and all the hours of sewing this shirt are for nothing?
Ah, that’s interesting.
I’m worried about the outcome…which is the opposite of how I approach making a shirt.
When I make a shirt I’m most interested in the process. I encourage myself to let go of the time it takes me to do make it and how the shirt will look in the end…and just do this step, now.
I find making shirts such an interesting metaphor for my life. I avoid getting things wrong, which means I find finishing things I really care about can be difficult. It’s ok to get things wrong.
Ok, it’s time to make the buttonholes.
If they don’t work, they don’t work.
At least I will be moving forwards.
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