It has been a strange week full of opportunities to doubt myself, to feel inadequate, to see myself as imperfect and less than--which I have, unfortunately, taken.

Why, sometimes, do we face our own faults and rise above them, and other times, do we let them grow to crushing proportions? I haven't figured this out yet.

I do my best. Sometimes my best is outstanding. Stellar, even. Sometimes, it's barely scraping by.

Strange.

I hope that I am learning a lot in the process. It's always hard to tell in the moment.

JPR