Sometimes it happens that we are afraid to make a mistake -- and become irritated when the tools that have been helpful to us are, for some reason, not available- embarrassed we decide to muddle through, awkward and slightly ashamed at our now visible foibles; a weakness that we thought we’d tamed or put to sleep a long time ago. But then, it happens that both the act and the result are improved! It is better than it was before. And the next day I find myself trying to repeat my mistake, my happy accident, with equal intensity. Really, the warming spot was the awkward vulnerability, the blush of shame and not the accomplishment. It is with fervor that I seek ease.
(on making crackers without a rolling pin)