I wish I was better with words.
The truth is, when I read my own writing I see someone who's too technical or too ethereal, too wordy or too concise, too enthusiastic or too melancholy, too too too too tootootootoo...
Why is this? I mean, it would be great for every word, every paragraph, every post to be in that perfect middle place, where it's not too anything. Maybe it's a mom trait, or a teacher habit, or a church-y expectation, but perfection is the goal.
But then, it wouldn't be me.
Let's face it: I'm always too something.
Maybe this is what living, loving, being is all about.
It's about embracing imperfection in the right now, while still trying to do better in the next time.
It's about treating people the best I can in the right now, while still looking for new ways to love in the next time.
It's about me being me in the right now, while still leaving room for refining Fire all the time.
My pursuit of perfection is over. Starting now.