I hadn't realized how much I try to be perfect or do things perfectly regardless of how impossible it may be until recently. I was in a Mindfulness-Based Stress Reduction course and that Cohen lyric was read during an all day silent retreat. It struck me that I was a human being. That I wasn't either super human or sub human, but just human. And that that was wonderful, cracks and all. Right now I am having to perform even during a time when I have a seasonal depression and don't feel up for anything. I'm still finding myself wanting to do it perfectly when I know that is not possible and not even necessary. I have to continually remind myself and accept where I am and what is so that I can believe that "just getting through is the victory."