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.

As world spirals toward chaos,
If you participate in sham of voting, you’re responsible for what it creates
Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
Libertarian freedom vs. conservative tradition leads to culture clash
Nothing new here: Russell Brand pushing same old socialist idiocy
Mental illness can be hidden in any family, changing lives forever
Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels
Nobody’s perfect as a mate, but Mary Poppins was pretty close