perfection

Somewhere I have a poem I wrote about perfection. The gist of it was 'there ain't no such thing.' So why do I still try to reach it? So many lessons about this coming my way that I cannot begin to deal with each one. The way I will handle this issue at this time and in this place is to embrace the existing website, be grateful to both leroy and eric, then get back to doing my writing. Three trips in the RPOD and I have two weeks to document them before we go out for a fourth. I will mark my progress in the write way. Guess this is what boot camp is all about.