i know i try too hard, expend too much energy in the pursuit of perfection.
its kinda sneaky and creeps up on me.
only when i find myself really feeling crazy do i
then see i'm practicing perfect just a bit too much.
so this is a reminder to my vulnerable, soft, painty, napping self.
i hang up perfection at the door and am off to play with my daughter today,
delightfully, messily and splendidly imperfectly...
sparkle & twirl all day long
dear, imperfectly wonderful ones...