I don’t know why the image came to my mind while I slept. I hadn’t seen the photo for years, but I immediately knew what it was.
We were somewhere in the Caribbean on a cruise. At sunset one evening, we were on an upper deck enjoying the colors and the wind and the waves. Someone offered to take a photo of us and snapped this impromptu image. And for some reason, my mind brought this old photo to my consciousness while I slept.
As I awakened — with this image burned brightly into my mind — I heard some words very clearly. In my sleepy state, I made a quick note on my iPhone:
“Nobody’s ever good enough if perfection is the standard.”
I knew what it meant. I also knew I would think about it a lot more later. But I felt a sense of peace about it as I went back to sleep. Something in my unconscious was trying — once again — to teach me a lesson. It wasn’t really about her, though. It was about me.
It was about my terror of not being perfect — and about how my fears have affected women who’ve tried to love me.

‘Pretense of knowledge’ leads world down a dangerous path
We sometimes need help to finish a long race we’ve decided to run
I’m trying to silence inner critic who says I ought to be perfect
There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
Peace won’t come until you quit obeying long-gone programmers
Will I run for office? The short answer is ‘no’; the longer answer is ‘no way’
Life-threatening accident for child puts my tiny problems into context
Well, if you really want to know, this is what I’m still looking for
New YouTube channel launched for my ridiculous parody shorts