Perfectionism. I have felt it, and feel it, do you feel it? For me, it comes from various places. My Mormon upbringing and experience as an immigrant in the United States. Trying to get everything right, as the eldest of seven children and a first generation immigrant, and that optimism of American culture that can sometimes mask pain rather than dealing with it. Or, the reverse, in Britannia, misery feeding on misery, sometimes.
Keep trying, fail better.
We are all broken.
It is maybe helpful to admit our vulnerabilities.
Here is a poem. It is called “Leaky Lifeboat.” From my book The Spirit of the Bathtub
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