An 8 year old with her handwriting practice book.
Writing, Erasing, Writing, Erasing, Writing… Only a perfect letter will do, But the paper is wearing away. All the while I’ve been reaching for perfection. Extra effort. Polished projects. Superior scores. All As. The drive within me has led me to great success, But also anxiety and stress. Sometimes it binds me down too tightly, And the time comes to break free. To loosen my grip, To see in color, To embrace imperfection, To know that I’m doing just fine, To love life, And to be happy. |