
When I beat myself up
for making yet another
stupid mistake, it’s
getting stuck in an eddy
instead of moving on
effortlessly, accepting
imperfection
as an attribute
of character.
(“He’s a character alright!”)
When I beat myself up
for making yet another
stupid mistake, it’s
getting stuck in an eddy
instead of moving on
effortlessly, accepting
imperfection
as an attribute
of character.
(“He’s a character alright!”)
Have you ever sat and watched a twig get rolled over and over in a tiny eddy in a crick? Memories…
Yep, there’s also the round and round.