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

I’ve been thinking about this since I dropped a tray of suture kits in the ER hallway yesterday—just stood there, staring at the mess, not even trying to pick it up. Not because I was busy, but because I didn’t care. For once, I let myself be clumsy, inefficient, useless. And it felt like relief. So now I’m wondering: what’s the last thing you allowed yourself to suck at? No pride, no fix-it reflex. Just… letting go.