perfection is the enemy of excellence.

well said, dr. lyons.

so this post may not be an accurate reflection of my day since i've just gotten back from a smashing run and am still heady from endorphins.

our cadaver is getting a bit gnarly from all the reflected skin and fat. actually, the term gnarly doesn't come close. still, we can locate most of the stuff we need. three-fourths of my time is devoted to anatomy, the rest to the basic necessities: food, shower, run, riding the subway, and a chat with luis from 7 to 7:30.

life's been tough this week, not gonna lie. i strive so hard to keep it together, stiff upper lip, etc. but today i finally stopped trying for perfection--accepted the fact that i won't ever be on top of the material much less ahead of it. and it was like an alcoholic's moment of clarity. i started actually learning what was before me. it was the beginning of excellence. or so i hope.

my niece turned 5 yesterday. prior to that, she flushed a roll of TP down the toilet. so very epic :)

to those reading this who picked me up from rock bottom this week, thank you. you know not what you've done.

shower, dishes, tidy, smile, bed.