Sometimes
I think about how lucky I am to have the jobs that I do. New Haven is a
constant learning experience for me. Every day I see something that wasn’t
there before. Most days I leave with a new perspective on life. And I always,
always leave with more love for these ladies.
My mind
has been pondering on the idea of how one strives for perfection. Not only
that, but how one sets such high limits on themselves, only to crash and burn
when those limits aren't met. I think sometimes we set these unreachable standards
for ourselves; we try so hard and put our whole hearts into whatever it is that
we’re working towards. And then we fail. And maybe we fail once more.
But maybe
we’re never meant to reach those crazy high standards all at once. I think
sometimes we forget that it’s all a process. I think that we forget that we’re
meant to fall every once in a while. It’s in the struggle of standing back up
that we find ourselves. We find out what makes us who we are and who we are not.
I think
we’re meant to slowly become the person that we’re meant to be. I think every
day we’re meant to strive to be our very best.
Happy
Monday, Y’all.
