sometimes i really do want to throw a little
kid fit. i really do.
i want people to stay in my life until i say
it's okay for them to leave, darn it.
and i want SOME things to be perfect. i really
do.
i thought that this morning as i reminded myself
that nothing is perfect.
yeah.
yeah.
yeah.
well plllllllllhhhhhhhhhhhppppppppppppp.........
i want some things to be perfect.
and i just felt like stampin' my feet.
and then i thought about that.
do i?
do i really?
what do i want to be perfect?
my relationships? with my sons? with my guy?
with my girlfriends? nahhhh i guess i don't.
cause those bumps we all hit, those do good
things. hard. tiring. but good.
and i guess i wouldn't trade them off for a
perfect bump free road.
want work to be perfect?
nahhh i guess not. the struggle with work has
done powerful things for me. i wouldn't give
that back for anything.
okay.
okay.
and on i went.....
the only thing i could think of that was perfect
and i wanted to be perfect was 'love.' and yeah,
you can substitute 'god' in there or whatever
word you like.
i use love.
and part of the perfection of pure love is that
imperfections don't matter.
then i got dizzy.
cause i got into things like the imperfections are
perfection and things like that and my head just
about exploded.
where i left it is this.......
not perfect is okay.
i'm okay with that.
the fit passed.
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