Find Value in the Yellow Brick Road.

We’ve all heard the admonition: practice makes perfect. Or even better: perfect practice makes perfect. As if perfect is a destination towards which we’re all yearning. A place that confers upon those who achieve it some sort of unimaginable honor. The Emerald City of ambition realized. But what if, as Dorothy and her cohort discovered, there’s nothing behind the curtain? What if there is no perfect? What if the practice is the destination?

The pieces gathered here are my bricks. My yellow bricks. Together they define the contours and meandering direction of the road I’ve traveled: where I’ve paid my attention, who has journeyed with me, and what I’ve learned along the way. The pieces are not perfect. Neither am I. But I’m practicing.

Always happy to hear from fellow travelers:
amory@in-the-arena.org