This morning when I woke up I wanted my world, everyone, and everything in it to be perfect. Within seconds I realized how stressed out I become in wishing for perfection. The dog was chasing the cats, the cats were fighting the dog, Gary was snoring, and my world was coming unglued because of the stress. Yes I have flaws and I need to be proud of my flaws and the work I do with them everyday~
I will be consciously aware of my imperfections, and take the opportunity to learn, grow, and move forward in life as I work with my stress to keep myself healthy, happy, alive and well.
How stressed do you become dealing with your imperfections?
Peace, love, light and blessings