Ohh, I expect so much from myself. I require perfection always. In every thought I have, in the way I sit, the way I lay down, the way I cook, clean, talk.... in everything. I'm inundated with the need for perfection. I can hear my mother saying "Quit being so hard on yourself!" Ok, Mom... I'm ready. I'm done with perfection. I'm committed to looking at the thoughts as they arise and sitting awkwardly, cooking stinky food sometimes, talking out of turn, and allowing myself not to look so perfect. All for whom? It's only for me. No one else really cares about these things. It's only me that has insisted on this crazy way of life.
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