Being human means that you are not perfect. I am human. I am not perfect.
I am not a perfect person in spite of what Diane says about me.
I am not neat. I do not notice things around me. I litter my surroundings much like Bill Cosby (Whenever he uses a tissue, he just stacks it up next to him on his end table. Really! We saw him do live in one of his live stage shows.)
I am finding that while waiting for my employment as a dealer, I need to practice at least one hour a day or more.
I need to practice shuffling the cards.
I need to practice pitching the cards.
I need to practice handling the chips.
I never realized just how much I needed to learn and practice.
Maybe if I practice, practice, practice, I can get close to perfect.
(BTW – I am longer surrounded by tissues. Practice, practice, practice).