For the longest time it seemed my life was a continuous series of mistakes and failed experiments. I now realize that this collection of failures has created me. Here I am, with my quirky family and with the life I want. I see how this relates to the creative process too, whether I am knitting a sweater, working on a painting, or inventing a new cocktail. In order to master a craft I am going to have to make mistakes along the way. The worst thing to do is to work hard to avoid mistakes. A spilled plop of cadmium red on a canvas may precipitate angst, but in order to progress, you must decide how to approach the plop. Any direction you choose will take you to a sweet spot, as long as you put in the hours.
But sometimes you just want to pop some popcorn, and watch movies instead.