I went to an “event” not long ago… okay, it was church, but don’t freak out. I’m not going to get all religious or anything. I was happily spending time with my in-laws. And the speaker — okay okay, the priest! — the priest talked about how in our culture today, we all strive to live a perfect and good life. That’s our societal norm: always striving to be better. But, he said that was wrong. That a perfect life was already lived. By you know who. (It was a week before Easter, after all.)
I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. Never mind that it wasn’t my
church meeting. Never mind the fact that I’d never met this Priest man speaking before. I love the fact that I don’t have to be perfect! Cuz if I’m not having one of my high-and-mighty moments where I think I am perfect, then I’m doing my damnedest darn’dest to be perfect.
I had so many grand ideas for the pages shown above. I’ve been so inspired by my friends doing such pretty, harmonious work; I set out to do the same. But nope. I’m not perfect. And I don’t have to be. That’s what he said.