I am working on a little sweater for my honourary grand-daughter. I had knit six rows yesterday and kept discovering the stitch count was off so I was fudging along trying to make it all work
Last night, right before dinner, I decided to rip the whole thing out and start again. I believe the F word was uttered, rather loudly just before I started to pull out the rows.
Calmer heads prevailed, as my Uncle John would say, and after ripping out four rows I picked up the stitches and then tinked back two more rows.
I kept hearing a friend's voice "Knitter's never regret ripping back or tinking back. They always regret NOT ripping back.
So now I am making forward progress again, and very happy I spent the couple of hours backing up before moving forward.
There is a metaphor for life here.