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Practice DOESN'T make Perfect

 Dear Friends,

I've trying to teach Lana that importance of practice. And by routine, I would occasionally say "practice makes perfect." It wasn't until we were playing "Keep the balloon off the floor," and Lana said "I know I know, 'practice makes perfect.' That is when it struck me everything that is inherently wrong with that phrase. Specifically the word "perfect."

By now, we all know that Perfection is not attainable. No one is perfect. So why do we do have this mindset that if I keep at something (practice), then I will be perfect? It's an old phrase I will give you. But it needs to be updated.

I found this phrase in a random article, "Resilience requires practice." That's when I realize why we need to practice. It's not to be perfect, it's to be resilient. Practice teaches resilience. Being resilient means that you learn, you adjust, and you change. 

I practice new crochet stitches not to create the perfect blanket or crochet products to sell on Etsy. I practice new crochet stitches because it teaches me to focus my anxious energy into creative outlets. So what if I undo everything and start over with a new type of stitch. I am learning. 

There is value in practice. You learn about yourself. You push yourself to reach new goals. But the end game is not perfection. It's self actualization. You keep at it to see just how much you can go. Take out the non existent ceiling of "perfection." and your boundaries are limitless.

Santos Out.

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