perfectionism is a slow death. if everything were to turn out just like i would want it to, just like i would plan for it to, then i would never experience anything new; my life would be an endless repetition of stale successes. when i make a mistake i experience something unexpected. . . . when i have listened to my mistakes i have grown.
As long as we think we own anything, that thing owns us. As soon as we know that we own nothing, then God owns us.