Perfectionism is a slow death....If everything were to turn out just as I would want it, just as I would plan, 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.

Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.

To live for results would be to sentence myself to continuous frustration. My only sure reward is in my actions and not from them.

Whenever we condemn, we cloak the world in pain.

Negative feedback is better that none. I would rather have a man hate me than overlook me. As long as he hates me I make a difference.

I sometimes react to making a mistake as if I have betrayed myself. My fear of making a mistake seems to be based on the hidden assumption that I am potentially perfect and that if I can just be very careful I will not fall from heaven. But a 'mistake' is a declaration of the way I am, a jolt to the way I intend, a reminder I am not dealing with the facts. When I have listened to my mistakes I have grown.