I must admit, the word “perfection” is like nails on a chalkboard to me. I don’t believe it exists. Or if it does it’s fleeting — a moment. Or perfection is a kaleidoscope of every changing patterns. What I aim for then can be the right pattern to fit the circumstance.

I think that’s what gets me about the word: it’s static when I want my world and my goals to be dynamic.

Failure too, is a yucky word to me. So laden with negative meaning. I wish I could turn “failure” into a word that feels more like a celebration of learning.

But, I think I have a very strong reaction to words sometimes.

Drawing from life experience and a master’s in organizational leadership, I write about parenting, leading, relationships, and personal growth.

Drawing from life experience and a master’s in organizational leadership, I write about parenting, leading, relationships, and personal growth.