You will never be perfect,
And… you will never not be perfect.
Some days you will be more perfect than others,
And… on other days you will be more of a mess than others.
BUT…
Where does this idea of perfect or a mess come from?
Was it your idea?
Someone else’s?
Society’s?
Where does perfect end and mess start… or mess end and perfect start?
Is there a ‘perfect’ middle ground, a sweet spot not being either but both…?
What is the criteria?
Can I take a quiz to find out where I am today?!!!
And what happens if I take that quiz and it says today I’m a total mess or today I am absolutely perfect?
We try our very hardest to be perfect and avoid being a mess at all costs.
We hold ourselves accountable and hostage to this idea,
Crippling ourselves in the process,
Squeezing every bit of life out of life.
Today I recognise I am a mess and laugh out loud because I stopped trying to be anything else.
What a relief as I let myself be as I am,
Completely as I am!
The effort drops,
The rigidity,
The self-control.
My body breathes a deep sigh of relief.
I am a proud mess,
A human mess not some robot.
A unique mess with messy qualities, lovable parts and infallibilities.
I have always been a mess,
I will always be a mess.
I am a mess,
A perfect mess,
Aren’t we all…?!!!