We fear change. It must be innate. You can see it in the defiant stance of a toddler when told that the party is over and it's time to go. They never want to listen. I recall one time when we were able to surprise a very nice guy at a toy store. Young Man (who was just a Little Man then) was happily playing at the train table. Mr. Engineer and I traded off watching the play and shopping. We cheerfully gave Young Man warnings at 15, 10, 5, and 1 minute before we were to leave (more or less, his lack of ability to tell time was very helpful). When it was time to go, we told Young Man to say goodbye to the little boy with whom he was playing. Young Man gave out a cheery "Bye, bye," took our hands and left the store without a hint of complaint. The guy watching the other little boy was absolutely shocked. He expected wails and arguments.
So, the key to facing change seems to be getting plenty of warning and to have a fundamental understanding that change is inevitable.
Frogging is just as inevitable as change. That would explain why two days of knitting left me with this. Arwen is my first time knitting a sweater with a turned up hem. I blew it the first time. Now I've got the hang of this. The color is a little off. The real color is a little lighter, more of a plum.