I’m perfectly imperfect.
Still a work in progress.
I’ve realized that success is not fully measured by what I achieve, credentials I acquire, and material trappings that accumulate along the way. I now know the biggest measure of success is how much I really like my imperfect me.
It wasn’t always that way. I just worked harder and tried to hide my flaws. I thought it would help me love the man in the mirror. But that’s not how it works. I have to like me to love me – flaws and all. And when I love me, everything gets better – loving others too.
How about you?
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