New needles will be used later today, am looking forward to knitting with purple needles.The clifftop is a place where i used to stand when i needed a bit of quiet time to think.I can’t get there today as it’s over 300 miles away now but can still take a bit of the peace i found there from the picture & look forward with a sense of optimism.
Being ill myself & a carer has taken it’s toll especially over the last week, it has been one major blow after another & will take me a while to get my sense of positivity back…but i will get there………
just by managing to knit every day is an achivement & one which i hope will keep me going whenever things get rough…….. The Don’t Quit poem is one my granny used to have above the kitchen sink & as a late teen i would be sent to “wash up & read the poem ” , it certainly helped at times even tho i didn’t fully appreciate it at the time it is still with me nearly 30 wears later
Here is the original poem in it’s entirety:
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor’s cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
– Author unknown