I learned this past year that emotionally mature people know how to grieve their limits.
I remember this today as I decide I just cannot attempt the Sushi Cupcakes for my daughter's birthday.
In years past, I managed the Hamburger Cupcakes, the Green Apple Cupcakes, and even the Ice Cream Cone Cupcakes.
But I've reached my limits when I view the recipe for Sushi Cupcakes.
I tell my daughter, and she simply replies, "No problem. What about just normal cupcakes?"
In 2013, I'm realizing that I can be average, imperfect, and just plain limited. Somewhere out there, men and women design amazing Sushi Cupcakes, and I, my friends, am not one of these people.
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Isn't it so freeing to know your limits?