I felt such a lightening of spirit and mind. Forget about perfect - I'll take progress and permanence.
I need help. I am deformed, defective, broken and crude. My life is so far from perfect! Yet I am under the delusion that it should be. What a relief to find out that it's about practice. It's about trying again. It's about asking God for help and not just "when I need it" because there is never a time when I don't need it, although there are many times when I don't want it.
There are days when most of us are like whining second graders. "This is too hard!" It is too hard when I try to do it alone, and when I beat myself up for not being perfect. Let's start giving ourselves high-fives for getting out of bed in the morning. In fact, let's give ourselves a hug and a pat on the back for trying to get out of bed!
|Blooming despite the weeds|