I was thinking about my issues with perfectionism today. I sometimes set an impossible standard for myself and then have to reevaluate what is feasible to do. I also have to often remind myself that we are all imperfect and that that is not only okay but wonderful that this imperfection gives us opportunities to grow, continue to improve, and to support those we love. Here is one of my poems where I played with this idea.
What We Are Is Enough
When we love, we love imperfect people,
Because they are the people available to love
When we help, we reach with imperfect hands
Because they are what we have to reach with
When we receive we take in the pain and joy of the world with an imperfect heart
Because it is the heart we are blessed to have.
By: Amanda Cook
Have a blessedly, lovely, imperfect day!