Yesterday my teenage son came to me to talk about something he has going on in his life. He said, “I think I made a mistake.” He seemed quite upset about it.
“It’s good that you made a mistake,” I said. “Now you can learn from it.” He didn’t seem so upset anymore.
I’m taking creative writing courses and one of the courses is writing a novel. I suck at fiction so there are a lot of crappy drafts involved.
As far as perfection, I actually think one of my better qualities is being imperfect. It ignites my desire to learn. I’m consistently thirsty to learn new things every day. (Hence the compiled stack of crappy fiction drafts.)