There is a feeling of "running over the same old ground"- or in this case, the same old textile aspirations- it's like its never quite right, or this part didn't come out, or I wasn't able to get the right color, yarn- and on and on- many times it's about not asking for what I really would like- to keep pushing - this is the case with myself- like maybe I give up on something- the jacquard fabric that looks like it's about to disintegrate - but you're able to wear it everyday right from the mummy's tomb.. just let it turn to dust. 

Recognizing this is terrifying because it means embracing real change or embarking on a different quest or to give up on the quest.