My heart was pounding in my chest. My palms were sweating. I could barely breathe.
Carefully, I double checked the blue lines of thread that ran up the front of my colorful knitting.
Taking the scissors in my hand and inhaling a deep, steadying breath, I put the steel to the wool.
And then I cut it.
I think I might have started to black out a little, so I paused and waited for my sight to return.
Seeing the shiny silver scissors eating up my knitting made me a little nauseous, but I carried on and cut up the entire length of my sweater.
My hand was shaking as I set the scissors down next to my carefully constructed knitting. I stepped back and leaned against the china cabinet for a moment.
Then I looked at my work and I was happy.
My first steek was a success!