“Nobody’s perfect”, right? Well, I’m not so sure. I think there’s actually a kind of perfection in imperfection. I tend toward the idea that there’s some sort of plan, or fate, or something that drives us all to be exactly who and how we are. Some people call this force God, or the Universe, or even coincidence, but whatever you call it, I find it much more empowering to believe that there’s a purpose to my life and a larger force at work.
When I can rest in the perfection of my imperfection it’s much easier to reflect on the things I’ve done that I wish I’d done differently and I can somehow recognize that without making that “mistake” I might never have learned the important lesson in front of me.