Kindness

The idea that I can begin again, start fresh, simply start over, feels frightening.

Surely there must be a catch?

Is it possible that I can have almost unlimited chances to succeed?

There must be some punishment, some negative consequence to not succeeding, not being perfect, not getting it right?

Of course there is the delay in finishing that comes from not getting it right the first time and there is possible slow erosion that occurs over time that might make the final result less than quintessential . . .

But . . .

The alternative is stopping and not much could be worse than that.

So, I will just be kind to myself when I fall short and allow myself to start again.

Some people don't call that failure.

They call it perseverance!