The Rumplestiltskin Effect

I have a new name for frustration. I call it The Rumplestiltskin Effect. It goes something like this:

They say you can spin straw into gold.

You have never actually done it before. You have never actually seen it done. You're truthfully unconvinced that spinning straw into gold is even possible. Yet, the rumors exist so you're compelled to try.

You have no physical evidence that you'll be able to do it. You've tried and failed so many times that by now you don't even want to do it. Yet still, you're compelled to try.

The bad news is that there's no little dwarf with a guessing game name to help you this time.

You know it won't be easy and yet you're compelled to try.

Success or failure comes later, for now it's just you and frustration.
Or as I like to call it: The Rumplestiltskin Effect.

Ever been there?