Push. Fight. Win?

I attempted a sewing project yesterday. It didn't work out the way I had hoped. I'm no stranger to this, somewhat botched attempt at 'brilliance'. No artists/designers, or very few, are. But it just feels like nothing is working for me now. It's me against the world. I've felt like this for a while. I'm tired of it. Addendum: The very smallest something has me smiling. Amazing!

I'm still going through our pictures. I'd gotten sidetracked like I know would. But I'm back because I need to do something with my days. Found this one, of my and the brothers at a wedding, circa 1999. I'm in the center, in case you can't tell:



Post Picture (top): My feet. I had on mismatching socks yesterday. I noticed too late for it to be the post picture for yesterday. I can dress myself...really.