There once was a boy who could play every sport perfectly. He could dribble soccer balls really well. He could shoot three pointers every time. He made every touchdown. He always got a hole-in-one. Every time he went bowling he got a strike, then a double, then a turkey, then whatever comes after a turkey. He had a record for swimming. He was the fastest runner in the entire United States. But he got so muscly that he was weighed down by his muscle, and then he started failing at everything.
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Why Being Not-Perfect Is A Good Thing
RandomA collection of close enough to true stories about why you should be glad you aren't perfect.
