I've been on a knitting binge, but now I'm back to crochet. I love crochet - lots of upsides, including the ability to always try it on as you go (since it isn't crowded onto needles), to be sculptural, to happily freeform different shapes without much plan and see in real time how it's turning out (again, since it isn't crowded onto needles.)
But you know what I don't love? The ability to lose a stitch and never realize it. Since it isn't dependent on the stitch above or below it, unlike knitting, you can lose one and never realize it. In knitting if you drop a stitch it will soon make itself known by running down a few rows, at which point you can pull it back up and put it back on the needle. But in crochet you can just suddenly realize your work has been shrinking for the past few inches, and there's no real way to fix it without going alllll the way back and starting over. Not ideal. So I'm getting myself in the habit of counting my stitches on the regular - which is super tedious, by the way, when you're supposed to have 92 (or 292) stitches in a row, but is also the only way to know for sure that you aren't slowly slipping off track.
This wasn't really meant to be a metaphor - I was literally just saying to get in the habit of counting your stitches when you crochet, no matter how tedious - but it turns out the metaphor is just right there waiting.
It's like journaling, right? Or yoga, or meditation, or whatever your thing is. Sometimes it's tedious, and not that exciting, and I would sort of love to charge ahead and assume everything's turning out just right without it! But, without checking in on the regular, and actually assessing how everything's going, I'm somewhat likely to realize down the road that I might've gotten a little off track. So there you have it - in crochet or life in general, we probably ought to pause and count our stitches.