Perfection is something we never reach, but if we don't try, what is there to strive for?
There is perfection in the imperfect and beauty in the flaws.
I'm not saying don't strive for perfection, and for beauty, but if you can't love yourself the way you are now, how do you know you'll love yourself when you get there?
Take those imperfections and feed them nachos. They will serve you well.
Listening: Smaug the terrible, chiefest and greatest of calamities as he burns down Laketown. I was raised on the old Hobbit film and I will never outgrow it.
Reading: Loamhedge and Oedipus Rex. Loamhedge may be beneath my reading level, but it's still a fun read. Oedipus Rex for school, but it turned out to be more interesting than I had originally anticipated.
Eating/drinking: Cinnamon tea from a Doctor Who mug gifted to me at Christmas. I love that mug.
Feeling: Mixed. I had the opportunity to speak to my mother about some things today. There were some things I still feel conflicted about that perhaps I should have told her, but also perhaps I'm being melodramatic.It was a good day, but my schedule was thrown this evening. But sitting here and writing is entirely relaxing.
Creating: Currently titled My "Grateful Place", which is to be the empty space beside my bed that I see every morning. It's a bit bare at the moment, but that will change quickly.
Planning: Tomorrow's lunch and my attack plan for the rest of the week.
Striving: To finish this week strong. I think.
