Perfect

Today, I’m feeling the weight of all the things I’m not perfect at.

See, despite never having been perfect and understanding that I’ll never be perfect, I still harbor these impossible expectations for myself.

So, I’m just going to put this out there for myself: my house doesn’t have to be perfectly clean, my kids don’t have to be perfectly well-behaved. Dinner doesn’t have to be perfectly planned and perfectly prepared. Hell, this post doesn’t have to be perfectly written.

Whew. That feels better.

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