Confessions of a Forty-Something F**k Up

by Alexandra Potter

When life buries us under all its heartache and disappointment, think about a seed. It needs to be buried in order for it to grow.

As a human being, when I see these things I suffer the expected emotions – horror, fear, sadness – but also a sense of shame. And not just shame at how we are treating the inhabitants of our planet, but shame that my own problems are completely insignificant when held in context.

Don’t let perfect be the enemy of good.