You F’d Up. And You’re Still Perfect.
No matter what I’m experiencing, I love, forgive, and accept myself fully. Today, I remember that my imperfections are perfect.
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So Say We All, So Said Me.
I spoke instead of regretting letting insecurity win yet another daily battle. I spoke about my dad, alcoholism, prison, sidewalk chalk, spirituality.
The Untelevised Battle Lines.
These wars begin inside and push their way out. They require personal examination and reevaluation. To know ourselves is to know each other, so why not turn all of our outsourced energy within back to ourselves? Fill ourselves up until we’re overflowing and have within our grasp what we need -- ...
I Am Happily Imperfect.
And then, when I finish my lists and lists of tasks, I roll a big, fat doobie and smoke it by myself while I pretend to be the happiest person alive! Okay, I'm kidding, of course. I certainly don't do any of those things, but guess what? I'm still really happy. Go figure. I'm happily imperfect.
Here’s To The Flawed And Imperfect Mothers.
Here’s to the incredibly humbling, poignant and wild ride that is motherhood.