Beginning imperfectly .

There is nothing done that was done exactly right the first time. Twelve months of idleness helped me accept this fact.  Initially I told myself time off was time spent learning. I lied. I didn't get better at rowing by resting on my oars, I got lazier. I became perfect at doing nothing. 

Perfection is a smoke screen.  I learnt to be better I first must accept myself as i am, make mistakes, forgive myself, learn.

There are pipes in our lives clogged by the dreams we continue to contemplate over rather than attempt to fulfill. Pipes that years from now will hold nothing but the rot of regret. We must teach ourselves to unclog these pipes while we can.

Try again; at that song, at that story, at that business, at that examination, at life. Try harder, smarter, longer. Always remembering our strength is in our consistency not our speed.