I am going to be the worst Buddhist ever, and I've just come to terms with it.
That being said, I am now liberated to be a good one, because I'm not trying to decide how I SHOULD be acting as a Buddhist.
But I suspect later I will probably yell at myself because I didn't wash the sheets this weekend, then get freaked out when my husband gets intense over cleaning something RIGHT THAT VERY SECOND.
And when I learn to forgive myself for that, too, I'll probably be halfway to enlightenment.
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