i think while striving towards perfection, we ought to bare it at the back of the mind that we might not end up being perfect….but we can get better at what we do everyday…and the need we feel to be perfect…compels us to improve at what we do
You know those childhood memories that are burned so deep you can remember the shirt you were wearing, or the way the grass smelled? I’ve got a few: The Time I Fell Off My Bike Riding With No Hands; The Time I Couldn’t Keep My Balance On The Rope Tow And All The Skiers Stared.
But there’s a particularly unremarkable one that’s always haunted me. I was in the first grade, and we were making collages of cut-out magazine pictures to accompany the story we were reading. Except I wasn’t cutting anything out—I was just sitting there, vetoing every picture I came across. Nothing was good enough. Nothing lived up to the perfect collage in my head.
While everyone else shared theirs with the class, I just sat there, empty-paged and ashamed. I wanted to hide.
Two decades later, I was still hiding. It was 2008, and I was fumbling my…
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