Getting Beyond Reproach

Whenever I say or do something unskillful, my first hope is that no one notices. Hat trick. But let’s say that happens - no one notices. What then? Then, I have to notice. And I need to call myself out. With humor, hopefully – after all, this 'being human' is an imperfect thing - but yes, call myself out. Which means that until the day I’m no longer unskillful, which is probably not ever coming, I won’t get beyond reproach. Which feels cringey. But also, true, and like a relief.