Pulling up at Nanna’s and Grandpa’s house in the small country town of Cowell South Australia, would bring butterflies to my stomach and tears of love to my eyes every time. Dad would honk the horn of his brown 1975 Kingswood as we drove up the dirt driveway and pull in front of the monstrous boat sheds, barely large enough to fit the whole family when we had one of our Christmas shindigs. My sisters and I would stretch and wriggle in our seats from excitement as we parked next to the cars of Aunties and Uncles, the competition to guess who had already arrived never dull
There is no tree, no flower, no garden, no star or planet or moon that is flawless.
But it is not the absence of flaws that makes something perfect - in fact it is the opposite…
The presence of flaws, of imperfections and the little things that make something unique,
one-of-a-kind, these are perfection.
Flawlessness is a man-made concept, for everything in nature is perfect simply in its creation,
its existence, its ability to emit energy.
And this includes you.
Your ‘imperfections’ are human, are beautiful, are all a part of nature’s mystery,
and are all a part of the big picture - without them the world would be incomplete…
so do not judge what needs no judgement…
Accept how perfectly imperfect it is for you to be you.
I was about to text my husband with a meaningless question about the location of something in the villa where we lived. And I caught myself before pressing send.
I’m in the habit of reading things back to myself before submitting, sending or posting in case auto-correct has me saying something ridiculous, and then I have to send another corrected message. But this time when I read it back to myself I was surprised to see:
I was about to apologise to him for not being able to find something at home. WTF!
From my perspective did I feel responsible for it not being in its usual spot?
Or did I feel guilty for interrupting his day with a silly question?
Or was I apologising for being so useless I couldn’t find it on my own?
If at first you don't succeed, try & try again.
Nothing can stop the clock from ticking. It'll keep going whether we do or we don't.
But we do keep going. We do keep obsessing. We do keep creating.
So we will try & try & try again.
My days have been filled with the process of recovery and ‘survival’ for the last three and a half weeks and for the first time today, after my hour long shower process, I felt a distinct need to have a purpose for my day - or should I say, I felt a gapping hole, an absence of purpose and my instinct was to find a way to fill it with something PRODUCTIVE.
I have no problem coming up with ideas.
If the truth be told, I have too many massive, fabulous ideas…
I talk about them, I write about them, I make plans and flow charts and begin building a website, then something happens and I lose all interest in them. The enthusiasm dies. The buzz dies. The idea dies.