Perfectly imperfect

I'm flawed. I mess up at least 10x per day….that's a totally made up number because let's be honest…I'm not keeping count.  I am nowhere near perfect because perfection does not exist.

What does exist is my ability to forgive myself for being imperfect. I forgave myself a long time ago for being unapologetically who I am.  I forgave myself for having the courage to say what I feel without filtering my thoughts through socially expectations. For having the strength to walk the journey of my own choosing not a journey based on labels others have attached to me.  For being comfortable with my abilities while at the same time owning my weaknesses. I'm perfectly imperfect and I am me.

Namaste