It’s not perfect It’s not good enough So I’m not good enough I need to get it right Or it’s wrong So I’m wrong I have to nail it Or it falls apart So I fall apart What if the truth is Nothing is really perfect, It’s just done Nothing is really wrong, It’s just different Nothing really falls apart, It’s just changed And IT’s not Me. Perspective. If I’m proving my worth My perfection, There’s no room for better, Or for my real human potential, If I’m hedging my bets Against any uncertainty When I’m anchored in fear Of imperfection. Hmm, That verse was imperfect. Not even good. Maybe, Enough is ok Being wrong is normal Falling apart is re-creation Possibly, It’s all just a work in progress… A big boundless opportunity, and so am I, And that’s the way it’s all supposed to be. Therefore, I can choose to show up In less judgment and more me. Aiming for better, not perfect. What is perfect anyway? Only one definition? There are many versions I can see now. Really, The world needs more imperfect, And less glossy bullshit. So, Be you And be experimenting To be Better You: Awesome, Ever better, AND Always imperfectly perfect Art and craft in progress.