I parked it in Borders today, took out the Pomatomus and knit away at it for an hour. I guess I did it for the attention because I had about three people come up looking completely floored at my mastery over four needles. At least, they were until I quietly explained, two of them were holding stitches while I worked the other two. They got it right away then. But they still acted as if I were creating worlds with my mind and moving mountains with a sigh. Not really, that's for later.
When I took Tae Kwon Do from the charming Mr. Pepper, I was taught a precious lesson about having a Black Belt Attitude. No, it's not the sort of swaggering attitude that immediately sprang to my mind. It's a can-do attitude. It's amazing how self-defeating we can be. If we believe we can't do it, do you think we'll even try? And then it won't be accomplished. And then we end up being dull, glassy-eyed, unadventurous drones. I'm not dull. I know that if I set my mind to it, I could rebuild a car from parts, I could fly a plane, I could defeat ninjas with my eyes closed. Not without practice, not without training, but I could still do it if I really wanted to. And that's what it takes. Desire, persistence, and hope.
And the next time someone tells me that they can't do something, I will ask them "Have you tried?".