Picture this, you've just picked up a hand plane for the very first time, let's just assume is sharp, and well tuned, you're planing away, making beautiful shavings, and admiring the glistening finish left behind. Now, imagine you were to look back at that board two years later, or that you're skills with a handplane had remained unchanged over that period. Do you think you'd be satisfied with the result, the one with which you'd been satisfied two years prior? I'd venture that you wouldn't, but why?
I surmise the reason why our level of expectation rises is directly correlated with our experiences. I was turning on the lathe this evening, and I found myself getting frustrated with my inability to achieve the result for which I was aiming. Six months ago I would have been thrilled to achieve the result I was getting tonight, but no longer. While I've improved considerably since I started turning, my ability still isn't where I'd like to be.
In conclusion of this seemingly meandering trip through my brain, perhaps it's better to look back at how far we've come, and be thankful for each step of improvement, or further understanding, instead of beating ourselves up for not being where we think we should, or could be.
Until next time,