A very auntie gm🌞☕️💙

I love not being able to pull out of my parking spot at the gym because the drive-thru line for Chick-fil-A has 80 cars blocking me in. Can’t use their hands to cook their own food at home. Can’t use their legs to park and walk inside. Even when I’ve been more down lately, I’m grateful for a strong mind, body, and soul. I’m grateful that I refuse to become the majority, because the world needs the strong spirit of the1% of the 1%. And often you’re doing way more than you think you are. Keep the standard.

Were you ever happy in the pursuit of perfection? Who was it for? What were you trying to prove? Did proving it ever satisfy you? Or did the goalpost just move again? What made you feel not enough? Who made you feel not enough? Will becoming more perfect in the eyes of those people ever truly make you happy? Was the pursuit of perfection a self-made prison? Are we innately perfect as is or are we meant to be completely and utterly imperfect? Is the point to reach perfection? Or Is the point to create from imperfection? If I was perfect, would I need to be here?