I used to be a perfectionist. But then depression came along. And adulthood. And parenthood.
And I realized that sometimes the options aren't good versus bad. The options are partially-done or not at all. Half-assed or no-assed.
And now, when I start to go under due to other people's expectations (or my expectations), I remind myself that half-assed is better than no-assed.
I never finish learning to let go -- but age is a great teacher.
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