When I was a kid, well teenager, actually like 2-years ago, I was a serial hider of mistakes/imperfections. You may think that I’m talking about big mistakes, but no, the mistakes were silly, like a-hole-in-my-sock silly. The idea of someone being behind me when I tripped could send me looking over my shoulder every few seconds and scanning the ground for all those devious cracks and rocks.

Needless to say, big mistakes and glaring imperfections could break me down completely. I remember, about 3 years ago, I was having the second-to-worst week of my life (yes, I can definitively say that). I was going through a lot. I was lost in my own head 90% of the time. I remember getting lost during conversations and having to guess what my appropriate response should be when the conversation had obviously paused for my input.

Anyway, during this week, there was class…