A friend once said to me, “As long as we’re breathing, we’re learning.” It’s a simple teaching, rooted in compassion, and one that I find especially useful when hearing the idealized version of me letting the far-from-perfect, everyday me know that I should have done this or I shouldn’t have said that, and that when things don’t go as planned, I should have known better somehow. And how many times have I been certain that I had finally arrived at the place in my life where I had everything all figured out, only to realize sooner or later (usually sooner) that I actually hadn’t a clue or, at best, that I had barely scratched the surface? I guess you could say I’m a work in progress—always learning, indeed.
