one batch of imperfection

If you were at my house right now, it would look like I am baking bread. Which I am. But what I am really doing is practicing the art of imperfection.

You see, my first batch never rose, even though I spent over a day trying to get it to do so. It was most frustrating. (I know the yeast was good because I tested it.)

This would normally make me want to give up altogether. That's what I (want to) do when I feel frustrated that I can't get something right in what seems like a "normal" amount of time.

Instead, I am trying again. Even though I had to throw out the first batch. Even though I have no guarantee that this batch will turn out any better.

I do have troubles with perfectionism. I know this. It's a very old pattern. Who knew that making bread would give me a way to play with it.