heatherjanes is counting her lucky stars
that’s something i feel obsessive about – perfection. somehow it seems that it has to be exactly how i imagine it for it to actually seem successful. however, there is no such thing as true perfection in life. it is merely the ideal we strive for. often, the flaws in something (or someone) can somehow add to the beauty. i have an antique oval mirror in my bedroom and it has chipped paint and a few small chunks of molding missing. i was going to sand it down, repaint it, and fill the holes with putty until my brother pointed out how pretty it is, as is. he’s right – it has a lot of character, and if i was to try and make it look like something that had just been made, then it wouldn’t look like a beautiful old mirror anymore… i need to remember this when i start to worry that something i have or do is not good enough. it is something i need to train myself into remembering…
