Perfection is an illusion and yet we still spend our lives chasing cures for ourselves as we attempt to break free from the shackles of our past mistakes and foibles.
I have given up on all of that and have chosen to embrace me, the whole of me, including those bits I would rather not have to deal with.
But that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped declared ‘game over’ in camp self-development, that’s not it at all. What I mean is I’m choosing to focusing on finding acceptance those things I cannot (or don’t want to) change at this time with good grace. That I may exist imperfectly but peacefully, helpfully and happily in my wholeness.
And it’s about time as perfection quests are joyless tasks.