I went on a brief origami binge a few years ago. I was obviously trying to punish myself for something. I found a couple of my creations tucked in a corner. They really didn’t come out too badly, but I remember that making them was tortuous.
Folding and creasing, pulling and folding. Sighing and folding. Clenching my teeth and creasing. Refolding all the folds that I didn’t fold straight enough. Balling up the paper and throwing it away because my bad folds and creases ensure that my poor crane will look like something you’d find dead by the side of the road. After tossing out a half a pack of paper, I was able to produce a passable crane and swan. Once I proved to myself I could do it, my origami period was definitely over.
I admire people who have the patience for origami. I love looking at the results, even if I hate to do it. I’d rather just draw the things.