I’m turning 36 today.
The sun is shining and I’m going to have the BEST eggs benny in town for breakfast and then THIS for lunch and dinner. I’m going to soak up the love from friends and family and I’m going to be grateful for all of them in my world. I’ll take Parker for a nice long walk and then get a massage. I’ll drink strong coffee and hold hands with my love. All in all, a perfect day.
I don’t know what the rest of my year will look like but the image above will be the theme. This year I’ll learn that I can plan for a perfect day but not a perfect life.
Life is about progress, not perfection.
On the other side of my mid-30’s it’s much easier to see that I don’t need a perfect life, a perfect relationship, perfect writing or the perfect body. I don’t need the perfect family, or a perfect yoga practice. What I need is my life, my relationships, my writing and my body. I need the family that I have and the yoga practice I experience each time I step on my mat.
I need me, just as I am.
I need my life, just as it is.
Perfection doesn’t exist, and isn’t that knowledge the perfect birthday gift?