There is a certain syllogism to knitting, a linear progression where you do this and then you do that and you get this. Yet for all the unswerving logic, the pure pleasure of knitting is when you make an error but the error is good, sometimes even great, and creates something with its own logic and its own syllogistic perfection.
But as you can see, my error has no logic or perfection.
I'm over thinking it. After learning the section the first time through, I just knit with the feeling that I was really coming to understand the subtlety of the pattern. And I was, because the next two sections were right. On that 4th section, I caught myself wondering if I was doing it right. Had that thought not popped into my head to interrupt the flow of what I was doing, I probably would have done ok. As it was, I did not.
I redid this repeat twice right after I knit it. Then I moved on, and stopped to admire my work and saw it was still wrong. I slipped the stitches back and redid them...wrong for the third time. I will be re-knitting them for the 4th time, when I get to them as I work the next round.
Trusting myself the first time is something I need to improve on. In a lot of ways. Till then my head hurts and I think I need more coffee and I continue to search for the syllogism in my life.