I was thinking about something on my walk this evening. I think I spend lot of time thinking things like āI wishā, āif onlyā, āwhat ifā, and wanting and waiting for things to feel and be āperfectā. I realized that things will never be perfect, they might not even be good or okay at times. Sure we might have that āperfectā feeling for a second sometimes when weāre really happy, but our lives are never and will never be all perfect. But that doesnāt mean there isnāt a lot of good, and maybe sometimes we miss out on the good because we think itās not perfect. Maybe sometimes itās about trying to embrace the imperfection or even just being okay with it, and appreciating the season of our life weāre in and doing the best we can in that moment. Just some thoughts.











