I’m not perfect.

This is humbling to write: I’m not perfect. I sometimes forget to take care of the girl. And this just happened. And I feel awful. She came home from school. Got a bath. Played with me. Then I went to take a nap in another room. Wrong move. I woke up to the girl crying and the mom fumbling around for a juice box. I knew I had let them down. My trainers say that if I’m 80% right then I’m doing good. But I don’t want to do good. I need to do great. The girl deserves that. The mom and dad deserve that. (Just don’t tell them). Sigh. I’ll be on my game later tonight. Right now I need to just wallow in my guilt.


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