I was so ready to hit the delete button on this darn frit book and take up a new hobby. I told Fred on the phone through tears that I didn't have it in me, all the time spent was a waste. I was sick of looking at it. In his usual supportive way, he made me feel resigned with my decision.
My mother, not so easy. I got the 'little engine' pep talk. She cited that story line, reminding me I am too close to stop now. Chugging along... I-think-I-can-I-think-I-can..."