Tomato juice isn't my cup of tea. Except on flights, because I read somewhere (probably in an airline pub tucked ubiquitously into a seat-back pouch) that tomato juice keeps a person's energy level level during air travel. Or something.
V8's famous "Wow! I could've had a V8" occasionally made me pause to glance at the tomato juice container nestled comfortably on the top-shelf of my parent's fridge, but I'd always close the door of lists and magnets with one hand while steadying a carton of OJ or a bottle of chocolate milk with the other.
I never slapped my forehead with regret, least not over tomato juice.
My forehead isn't a stranger to the palms of my hands I admit, but I think that's part of being fully human. St. Frances de Sales is credited with the phrase: "Have patience with all things, but, first of all with yourself."
It's a balance that isn't easily struck day after day: I have to look at my work and my daily actions with a critically honest eye, but I also have to allow myself the room to make mistakes and grow (a ginormous mistake is thinking you've got a handle on life, that there's nothing left to learn).
I read recently that God loves His creation just as it is; it doesn't have to strive after and attain great things, first and foremost it just has to be.
If each of us felt, at this moment, that we are enough, tomorrow would be a better day for everyone.