I learned this past year that emotionally mature people know how to grieve their limits.
I remember this today as I decide I just cannot attempt the Sushi Cupcakes for my daughter’s birthday.
But I’ve reached my limits when I view the recipe for Sushi Cupcakes.
I tell my daughter, and she simply replies, “No problem. What about just normal cupcakes?”
In 2013, I’m realizing that I can be average, imperfect, and just plain limited. Somewhere out there, men and women design amazing Sushi Cupcakes, and I, my friends, am not one of these people.
Isn’t it so freeing to know your limits?