I am excited about my Lone Star Quilt again. It is really pretty, and I am over the fact that some of the straight parts aren’t straight and some of the diamonds aren’t diamonds. The interesting thing I have found out about myself is that I am much more tolerant and forgiving of myself when quilting than when doing almost anything else. I’m not sure why this is. I am usually pretty hard on myself; anything I do has to be done almost perfectly. I often don’t do something if I can’t do it well. It’s hard for me to try something new that I am not good at, especially if I have to do it with anybody else watching. I would much rather hide and figure something out privately, and then do it in public, but only if I really figured it out. I have always been like this. It kills me to be vulnerable, and I feel like I will be judged harshly. I should have realized years ago that I am already being judged harshly, by myself. Now I’m not saying I’m ready to quilt in front of other people, but I will show you my finished quilts, proudly, wonky stitching and all. By the time it is done, I love every quilt I have made, and they are all flawed. I wish I could get this gentleness with myself into the rest of my life.