I am not so caught up in being perfect these days. I don't want to be perfect. I want to be happy realizing that I am perfect because of my imperfections.
Reasons I am perfect today:
I feel comfortable wherever I am most of the time.
I am a mess on more days than not.
There is more right with me than wrong with me simply because I am living.
I closed the bar on the other night and somehow made it to work without a hangover.
I am not content sitting at home on the couch.
I will drink beer out of a can and see nothing wrong with it.
I eat alone in restaurants and go to movies by myself; sometimes feeling as if I am on one of the best date I have had.
I don't think that I am better than other people, but I know I am amazing.
I wake up in the morning and dread the day.
I sleep through my alarm.
I am cold and heartless (like a robot or Popsicle), but emotionally sophisticated.
I would probably be the same person if I were to do it all again.
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I wholeheartedly agree... your imperfections make you perfect.
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