The latest project I am working on is being done in Zebra wood. I spent 100 dollars on the wood so far, and now I must buy more to get a better match of wood grains. It’s incredible how one piece of wood can be so out of place in a work of art. It is like painting in red and white stripes; in the center of the board, the red stripes are thinner, and the white stripes are enormous. The stripes are okay by themselves, but when placed into a work composed of uniformly spaced red and white stripes, they become ugly.
Now, I must waste time and money to seek more matching wood. When I picked up that board in the wood store, I told myself it wouldn’t work, but I was desperate to begin the piece and went with it anyway. Then again, when I laid the pattern on the board to start the cut, a gremlin kept shouting in my ear that it was wrong, but I proceeded anyway. Now, I must live with my regrets. This is another instance where I must forget the adversity of the mistake and choose to learn from it instead.
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