I enjoy cross stitching. Sort of. Actually, I enjoy the end result of cross stitching. Sometimes I enjoy the process. I certainly enjoy picking out the patterns, the fabrics, the threads. And there’s nothing quite like the feeling of hanging a beautifully framed, completed piece on the wall for all to enjoy. But in between all the fun stuff, there is the pesky problem of the actual stitching. It’s not difficult. In fact, it’s really quite easy. Needle up, needle down, needle up, needle down, and a tiny little x is created. Repeat. A lot. And there you go. Project complete. It is the repeat a lot part that tends to get me down. Sometimes it’s soothing. Sometimes it makes me feel more centered to focus my efforts on this gentle art. Until I have to unpick some misplaced stitches. Or until I get bored. Sometimes the piece I’m working on takes so long to finish that the promise of the finished piece is not enough of a motivator for me to keep going. Then I put i