What’s the last thing you let yourself be bad at?

I’ve been thinking about this after a shift where I fumbled a handoff to a med student—just a small thing, but it stuck with me. Not because I failed, but because I didn’t care enough to fix it in the moment. Now I wonder: when was the last time you let something go, not out of laziness, but out of quiet permission? Like letting your coffee get cold, or your playlist skip a song, or your dog sit on your lap even though you’re trying to work. I miss that kind of soft surrender.