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May 10, 2010
But just because I know the truth now doesn’t mean I sit easy with the mistakes I made. There’s still that disappointment that I couldn’t be more discerning, intelligent, compassionate. In short: more perfect.

So once again perfectionism bites me in the butt. I'm disappointed that I proved to myself I'm not better than anyone else. I am the same messed-up human as all the other humans walking this world. I am not special. I am not perfect. I am pathetically prone to getting it wrong.

It breeds humility and surely that is what I need.