I wonder why people work so hard to hide their imperfections? I wonder who makes the guidelines that determine something to be perfect? Is it the pictures that we see on the TV or in the magazines which fuels the image in our minds when something is completely perfect?
I went out bright and early this morning to do some long overdue weeding in my garden. WOW did it ever feel good. Yes, I enjoyed pulling out my imperfect weeds and leaving some in to. It didn't matter that I wasn't getting ALL the weeds the only thing that mattered was how I felt inside doing it...