Perfectionism

I would do cartwheels and handstands while practicing my spelling words until my mom finally put me in gymnastics. Let's just say I mastered gymnastics way faster then spelling...in fact I still can't spell to save my life.

Was it gymnastics that made me a freak for perfection? Striving for the "perfect 10"?

I think I can compare gymnastics with medicine....There is little room for error. But I have to remind myself that there really is no such thing as perfection. There is excellence- and I strive for that in my life. Sometimes we fall and we have to get back up. Confidence… not perfection.

“ The balancing beam of life. ”