The fear of making mistakes is a particularly strong dampener on one’s learning. You can’t learn if you can’t make mistakes. I like the idea that mastery is simply a very intimate understanding of all the possible mistakes one could make.
Resisted grief feels panicked and desperate - like you absolutely *must* find a way to stay moving to escape an unwanted reality.
Accepted grief feels somber but true - like you might not like where you're standing, but your feet are on the ground. And that ground is a resource.
life is heavy enough without you adding your own self-seriousness to it, you've got to learn to take yourself lightly, life falls into place after that
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another.”