Some days I feel like this tangled web of vines. I start out with a plan and by the time I second/third/fourth guess myself, I'm wondering what the original idea was. And when did I stop having faith in my ideas? Is it part of getting older/wiser (too many plans gone awry over the years) or becoming a widow (no longer having someone to catch me if I fall) that has robbed me of my impetuousness? Too much impulsiveness is bad, but creativity requires some - at least.
