Lately
I’ve come to the realization that life isn’t supposed to be perfection. I thought I had really learned this, and I thought I embraced it, but the past few days have made me realize, that isn’t true.
When it comes to love, what you have in your mind as perfection for yourself may not be what your partner believes is perfect. You can see all your flaws as if they were laying in front of you with every step you take. But, the one who loves you for all your greatness know that those things you believe are flaws are the things that make you a soul living in a human body. These are things that keep you grounded.
I’ve been accused, rightly, as trying to be Superwoman. I take on everyone else’s problems, I try and help EVERYONE and think that this may make me feel better about myself, but in reality it just distracts me from MY problems. So I’m facing myself. I’m telling myself that it’s okay to have feelings, that it’s okay to mess up, that it’s okay not to be where I thought I was (as long as I’m working towards something).
I am a beautiful person. I am blessed with a crazy, understanding and nerve-racking family. I have a blossoming career and a indescribable love with a man that sees himself in me and I in him.
The past is gone, You learn from it. Your future is coming, Work at it. Your present is here, bask in it.
