"We can't be perfect...
but we can be whole."
That's what Melodee wrote in an email she sent to me earlier today.
Well said. Perfectly timed. A true word spoken to a woman in need of truth and wisdom and encouragement to release the urge for perfection.
Taken on as a new prayer and mantra and perhaps even a future tattoo.
Used as inspiration for a colorful journal page.
And a new mess on the dining room table.
And thanks to you too, Jen, for your reminder of all that I deserve.