Let’s be honest…

Babies can’t do much. Sure, they’re cute, but in the grand scheme of things, they’re pretty useless. A baby can’t talk or sit up on its own. They rely on their parents for pretty much everything—talk about free-loader, right? I mean, they don’t even get real kneecaps until around age two, for crying out loud!

(Baby Alli, who can barely stay awake, let alone help you with your taxes)

To be fair, they haven’t been alive for very long. They spent the first nine months of their life growing body parts. That’s a pretty hard thing to do. Have you ever grown another arm, just for the heck of it?

Then, after they’re mostly done making sure every arm, leg, and lung is where it’s supposed to be, they pop out and have to figure out the whole life thing. Eating solid food, walking, and eventually talking.

It’s absurd to expect a baby to do your taxes, walk the dog, or even hold a pleasant conversation. Babies are expected to be just that. Babies. They’re new at life, so we don’t expect them to be able to do much, and we certainly don’t expect them to do it perfectly.

So why do we expect to be perfect at the things we’re new at?

The baby-adult

I didn’t ‘feel ready’ to be an adult when I turned eighteen. As a teenager, I dreaded every year that I got closer and closer to being an adult. And even now, with my twenty-fifth birthday just a couple of weeks away, I don’t ‘feel ready’ to be halfway to fifty.

I’ve made some big mistakes as a young adult. (You can read about the time I got scammed here). Whenever I mess up something big, I have to sit and remind myself that I’ve only been doing the whole ‘adult’ thing for a couple of years. I can’t expect myself to be perfect at it.

I’m going to make mistakes and I’m going to be ‘young and stupid’. I’m not, and won’t ever be, perfect.

After all, at this point in time, I’m only a seven-year-old adult. Maybe instead of beating myself up for making a mistake, I should sit back and give myself grace.

A baby writer

This doesn’t just apply to your age. This past week, I’ve struggled with my expectations for myself as a writer. I need to work faster, struggle less, and be more effective and proficient in the tasks I have ahead of me. I expect more and more of myself as I progress through the writing trade school I’m part of.

My friend and awesome roommate, Vella Karman, pointed this out to me this week. Sometimes, in our writing, we can have higher expectations for ourselves than God has for us.

After all, I’ve only been a professional writer for a year and a half now (subscribe to my newsletter here to keep up to date with my journey!)

And while I’ve been writing since I was ten, I’m still learning and growing my craft. I can’t expect myself to do every task I have perfectly.

I’m still just a baby writer and that’s okay.

No matter what stage in life you’re at, you’re not going to be perfect. You’re going to make mistakes—sometimes, some pretty big ones.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a baby, a teenager, a young adult like me, or older.

God’s grace is sufficient at every stage of life. As it says in Lamentations 3:22-23, His mercies are new every single morning.

Where do you need to accept God’s grace in your life?


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