Not the End of the World, by Hannah Ritchie

My son is currently working towards grade four in piano. If he gets down about his mistakes, I remind him of how hard those exam pieces felt when he tried them for the first time. He is learning and making progress, and all forms of progress exist in tension between what was and what will be.

That tension is easy enough to hold with small things, like building a jigsaw or repainting a room. But it seems to me that the bigger the issue, the harder it is to keep perspective. For something ...