Practice makes… {#wholemama}

  Perfect.  Practice makes perfect.  I hear that phrase and I want to rise to the occasion and practice myself to the end. So I can be perfect. Or perfect.ish. At least.  It used to be "perfect" was an attainable thing in at least some ways. Perfect attendence. Perfect score. Perfect performances. Perfect cookies. Perfect tan. … Continue reading Practice makes… {#wholemama}