Nowhere in my human contract does it state I need to be perfect. What does that even mean anyway? Those familiar with my story know there have been many years of soul-searching, excavating, dieting, therapy, self-help reading, triple-digit weight losses followed by thundering rebounds, 12-step meetings, and personal-best evolvement.
There’s always more to learn, always more to know… But at some point it really is OK to say guess what? I think I’m all right. Self-reparation has officially concluded. Time to get on with my Life, and all its attendant luxuries that I’ve been missing out on… You know like fun, joy, and feeling content for no reason. ????
Newsflash: obsessing on the external does not bring happiness. And you can take my years of to the bank!