I push myself hard. My desire to be my most magnificent is constantly moving me forward. But sometimes I think if I poured more love into the darkness I would get to the light a little quicker. If I could look at the parts I'm ashamed of and give myself the space to understand them, then maybe I could let them go and they wouldn't hold me in a space of resentment, frustration and disappointment.
Maybe perfection isn't being perfect. Maybe perfection is acceptance of the now. Maybe perfection is moving forward, letting go, forgiveness and love.
Today, right now I choose acceptance, forgiveness and love.