Post cards for my winners are coming along :-)
As I perused the pages of Facebook, at 3 am, while dealing with the demons of my imperfect self, I realized how many times I have been unkind to myself. How many times have I been authentic and how many times have I created a character.
I remember speaking my mind true to my heart and I remember speaking what someone else wanted to hear. Or sometimes, just silencing.
As I deal with my, at times, debilitating perfectionism, I realize that what draws my friends, my husband, my family to me is what hurts me the most: my imperfections. It is amazing to realize that it is exactly my quirks, my complete inability to put anything back in the same place, to pick up after myself, that makes my husband smile.
Sometime, somewhere along the way, I decided that making mistakes was unacceptable. Nonetheless, it was each mistake I've made that taught me an important lesson.
Today, as I start a new journal, I will devote it to my true self, the divine feminine, to my imperfect being. Today, I accept thee, even if it will be a hard journey, but I will proceed.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!~Shakespeare