Moment of Navel-Gazing

For those of you who know me, and that's most of you reading this, you will know how much I hate to be a beginner or feel like I have somehow been remiss in what I see as my responsibilities.
If I do a mini-analysis of myself, I figure that stems from growing up and dreading disappointing my parents. Mostly Dad, though. He almost never has expressed anger with me (always a terrifying experience), just sadness and some expression of being let down.
So, if that's the hard-wire training, no surprise that I avoid such pit-falls.

So, why did I start writing this again? I guess simply to try to affix in my brain the reminder that I'm a fool for thinking I can avoid all moments of not knowing, forgetting, choosing unwisely. The world won't end if I didn't realize [foo], I need not be an automatic expert at [whatever], and that They will still love me if I make some mistakes.

[cut to 45 minutes later]: Nothing at all compares to the effectiveness of a good distraction to clear up angst. Work will be busy today. Fearless Leader is actually delegating