Owning your f#%@ ups

On any given day I'm likely to make dozens of f#%@ ups. Sometimes tens of dozens. Whether in my head, driving in traffic, or putting my foot in my mouth at home or work they happen almost every day. Strike that, every day. I have serious conversation killing skills sometimes, for real.

Some things stick and really irk me, which in turn causes more eff ups. Other foul ups fade away from my memory completely. There is hardly any method to my personal madness.

All this ok though because I am not perfect. Sounds easy enough to say right? And it's true. I am absolutely flawed in all kinds of ways. Not perfect. But it's a simple concept I often struggle to digest.

My friend Mark says the truly spiritual person makes fifty or more "mistakes" every single day and says "oh well. Try not to do that tomorrow."

I need to remember this. Every day my mistakes contribute to my growth and give me a glimpse into a perfect flawedness that is uniquely mine. Somehow life seems lighter knowing this.And besides, being perfect would be so effing boring.

"We are NOT human beings trying to be spiritual, but spiritual beings struggling to be human."