Spending too much time finding my faults, and not enough time looking for my positive attributes.
Judging every little thing that I do, not with love but the scope of narrow mindedness.
Pretending that some day I will be something different, has been the theme of many wasted afternoons.
I am who I am.
I have good. I have bad.
I will always be me. And, that’s more than okay.
All the years of my life — it is well with my soul.
I’m not willing to let perfectionist goals ruin my day.