I seem to be making more mistakes of late. And then investing less in worrying about them.
I thought it would be scary to exercise less control. It’s unfamiliar. It takes a lot less energy too.
I thought my perfectionism was automatic. It’s such a relief to be less in the grip of it.
I feel like I know how to proceed even without the right words. I do have one though: trust.
A little bit, in myself.
