The first time I tried it, I attempted to flip the egg before it had become sufficiently solid and I ended up with an egg mash.
The second time, I did not flip the egg soon enough and the sides turned too brown.
The third time, I added too much milk.
The fourth time, I added too much cheese.
This morning, I forgot to add salt.
As Thomas Edison would say, I am on my way to discovering 1000 ways to not make an omelette.
This I did not make.
But the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I only have around 995 attempts more to go before I perfect my technique. It's all good.