Here’s something that I notice too many people seem to get caught up on or driven nuts by, two simple words, normal and perfect. Well here’s the irony they don’t exist. You’re better off believing in unicorns. Yet these two concepts cause so much unnecessary grief. I hear all the time for those who struggule and suffer “why can’t I just be normal, have a normal life?” For those that seem to have less strife on their plate perfect takes the place of normal. The perfect job, the perfect car, the perfect house, the perfect family. I’ve even seen the strive for perfection have deadly consequences when some that have power and control issues see their perfect ideals about things get disrupted or destroyed. They’d rather eliminate the challenge to their perception of things than admit the circumstances or themselves aren’t perfect. It is fools errand to strive for either. Closest to normal you’re even gonna really get is average, and far too often seeking perfection keeps you...