On Sunday I was asked to make cookies for a church activity. I readily agreed and a few minutes later, when the activity was announced, informed a large group of my peers that I was making cookies and that I make the best cookies ever and so they should come.
The next day and a half I spent worrying that my best cookies ever would actually turn out to be the worst cookies ever. Or maybe even just mediocre which would have been even sadder.
Never fear. Everybody loved them.
As I was contemplating on this series of events I realized that if I stopped telling people I made the best cookies ever I wouldn't have anxiety every time I needed to live up to the claim even though I've so far never failed.
And then I thought that was really just a terrible idea.
Guys, I make the best cookies ever.
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