Slowly, but surely, I’m beginning to accept there are things I may never understand. Topping the list on any given day: most tax laws; trigonometry; how a man’s mind works; and macrame.

The tutorials on Pinterest make macrame seem so simple and the results look so satisfying. But, the process of learning to tie those little knots is absolutely maddening for me. Laugh if you must, but it’s just how my mind works (or doesn’t work). Over? Under? Around? Through? I’m lacking some crucial spatial gene, I guess.

So, even though there are two tiny macrame wreaths pictured with this post, I cannot say I’ve learned that craft, only that I was too stubborn to give up. There was no joy in the making of these wreaths and, more important, I could not replicate them even if I wanted to; not without watching and pausing and watching and pausing a tutorial again.

But, I still find this project worth sharing – in part to celebrate my stubbornness (I draw on that quality a lot these days) and so I can look back and say I tried. It is in the trying that I find some of my greatest joy, because as long as I’m trying, possibilities still exist. If I give up on something or someone, you can bet I tied myself in knots over it first. But knots can be untied and cord can be used for other projects, and, in the end, I know a little more about myself. #Success.