You and I are bound and determined to fuck up.
It’s the yin and yang, the light and dark, the consistency and disruption. One can’t exist without the other.
The question is no longer “How do I stay on track” It’s “What do I do when I step off track?”
Effort wears a disguise called grace. It’s not an allowance, submission, or failure. It’s an acceptance of the truth, the grey, and the fallible. It takes grace to find our enthusiasm again, and it takes effort to stop perfectionism and seek grace.
