Some days, like today, after I ripped this piece out and started over for what feels like the thousandth time, I let pessimism take the reigns, for only a moment. I tell myself that I’m not good and never will be. I tell myself that I should quit because I can’t even make a pattern turn out the way I want. I remind myself that my shop will always be small and hidden behind those greater. Then, I get to work. I start again. I hush the bad thoughts and turn them into fuel for the fire.