I've been called on the carpet for not allowing my own imperfections and flaws to just be out in the open. And SHOCKER, to accept them. I don't know why I am so hard on myself. I always have been from the time I was teeny.
In my freshman year of college after working every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons with a prof on my assignments I still only pulled a C instead of my usual A or B, I called my mom distraught. I just knew my parents were going to be mad. I was amazed when my mother said, "Did you try and do your best?" My reply was a resounding, "YES!" At that moment it HIT me. That's all anyone asks.
But somewhere between what I know and what I preach my brain says, "Yes, but this doesn't apply to you." And really this is when you have to CHOOSE to STOP saying these things.
Then I heard we are all really just a work in progress. Oh. Em. Gee. This is amazing. I swear I've felt like I've been in the audience of an Oprah show and witnessed an AHHH, HAAA moment.
When I look into my little girls' eyes I do not expect them to be perfect. In fact it's the exact opposite. I don't mind their mistakes because I know they are learning. But aren't I learning about life also? I may be ahem...35, but I do not have life figured out. Making mistakes happens. Perfection is not demanded by anyone in my circle. Therefore, letting go and just being is what