They needed something I couldn’t provide. I’ve let go of the belief that their failure meant I was failing. Afterall, I couldn’t force them to live no matter how loud I shouted at them to shape up and grow straight!

What if something doesn't feel just perfect to start? Do I stay here stuck? Maybe things don't have to be perfect to be right.

Why is hard to do the thing we want to do or the thing we know would help us feel better? Maybe the little voice in our head isn’t so nice and tells us we’re going to fail.