I'll be the first to admit that I am definitely not perfect. In fact, I'd say I'm probably the farthest thing from it.
There was once a time in my life where I agonized over trying to be the best of the best at something, or at the very least not the worst. But now that I'm older, and maybe just a little wiser, I've realized one very important thing about life:
You win some; you lose some.
For years I've struggled to accept the fact that I can't do basic math problems in my head, or that the second someone starts talking numbers, I lose all comprehension of the conversation.
But that's okay, because I'm good at other things.
For example, in addition to my poor grasp on math, I'm also incredibly clumsy and have bruises all over my body to prove it.
Some might even call me a "walking disaster", though I think a "tripping disaster" would be more accurate.
After all, I'm starting to think think I shouldn't be trusted behind the wheel without glasses if I can't see my exit sign before I've almost passed it.
But that's what passengers are for, right?
If we were all perfect specimens, life would be pretty boring. We need those random moments of stupidity and mistakes to remind us that we are, in fact, human.
So if that means struggling to calculate sales tax, tripping over your own feet, or even trying to get out of your car with your seat belt on, then so be it.
