Dustiness

I'm terribly slow sometimes -- slow taking Monday's test (with potentially drastic consequences), slow doing an ovariohysterectomy today on a humane society cat, slow writing my surgery report. Why, oh why?
Maybe it is an intrinsic trait -- I am Claire and I am slow.
Maybe it is a learned trait -- I feel I have the time, so I take it. Or, I think speediness may effect errors.
The problem with the latter philosophy, at least for Monday's test, is that slowness resulted in failure with no chance at doing well. If I had been speedy and finished the test, I might have (by chance or otherwise) done okay.

The picture is disheartening... but it presents a challenge to increase my performance velocity while maintaining proper accuracy. Life without challenges wouldn't be nearly as interesting... so there's part of the silver lining.
Another part? Failure reminds me that I am dustily human.

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As an aside, trying too hard is sometimes a bad thing -- at least when you don't know exactly what you should be aiming for. You can pull out a suture stitch, thinking it was too large, and make smaller stitches only to discover the final knot won't bury because the stitches are too close together. (Or make an application to your own vocation.)

Quoting (paraphrasing?) Dr. Baltzer: "Better is the enemy of good enough."

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Tonight I might pop in on my calf-chasing friends -- I don't have their phone number and apparently they don't mind impromptu visits. I guess I'll find out.