I’ve been thinking this at myself lately, because it’s really not helpful to go beating myself up for my mistakes. I know what I want to do, and I’m trying to do it. Getting mad at screw-ups doesn’t help in the slightest.
So. It’s just a rehearsal. Not to excuse lack of trying–to tell myself it’s okay I’ve flubbed it up. I’ll get another chance to get it right.
Unless I don’t, in which case I’m not really gonna care that I forgot my healthy breakfast in the fridge and ate free donuts instead, am I?
All I can do is the best I can do, and my best varies from day to day.
It’s just a rehearsal.