A few months ago, I enrolled in a six-week class to learn how to use a pottery wheel. The instructor, Heather, was a smart, brilliant teacher, and very funny. I, on the other hand, was hopeless.
One night, as she walked past me, I sat back in frustration.
“This is so hard.”
She looked at the clay object on my wheel. “It’s fine!”
“It really isn’t.”
“It is! I …
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