Monday, February 25, 2013

perfectly, imperfect.

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. 

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