It was just a little moment, but it made me stop. Made me think. It was seeing someone I respect and admire not be able to do something.
Maybe that’s part of growing up, realizing that the people I look up to have their warts. But it still makes me pause to see them unable to do something — especially when it’s not that hard. Or doesn’t look that hard.
Maybe it’s not what someone does that dictates where they end up, but the things they’re unable to ever get the hang of.