Go too badly [see my last post for context].

What helped was that I'd built something that wasn't as shoddy as I feared that it might be. When I started to explain why things were the way they were, I recalled all the considered choices that I'd made when I was building the thing. [And the hours spent shuffling cards about the floor.]

I wasn't then what I am now, afraid to do something that I know that I can do because I can see the problems. But I knew that maintenance and upkeep are nine-tenths of a project. I'm actually pleased with the thing that I made.

I'm always battering on about doing things right—don't take short-cuts, don't penny pinch, spend some time thinking about what you are going have to do when it is all finished. Often I don't win these arguments with others, mostly I lose them with myself.

But for once, once, I did something right.