I’ve been in such a “rip out the page and start a new chapter” mood. And I’m not afraid of starting again either.

Perfection is quite literally a facade. On a once different life path I was trying to be perfect. I thought if I was perfect and I had glass skin, a beautiful body, trendy fashion with an outfit that looked effortless, the GPA, the car, the job, the money, the everything that then people would finally like me, would accept me, would finally think I was cool. But that is so untrue. Once I reached that mountain top I realized that being perfect and having it all together from an external view only put my on a high pedestal and made me unrelatable. It’s okay to be real and to acknowledge the hard things I’ve been through. The hard things I’m going through currently. I am not a cool person. I am not a sexy person. I am not a popular person. But what I am is caring, compassionate, creative, philosophical, innovative and beyond. I have enough space in my self to let myself fail and be messy and have an overload of emotions. Because that is where growth happens. Life is not about perfection it’s about not taking myself so seriously that I get in the way of my own journey.

I am truly living and learning. Sometimes I learn the hard way. That’s okay. That’s what life is about. It’s a journey of doing the best I can and learning from my mistakes when I make them.

Reminder: Jumping to conclusions and making assumptions is never going to serve me. It crosses the boundary of communication by not allowing the other person to explain and allow for me to understand where they’re coming from.

It’s okay to be upset over things that are upsetting. Emotions are important. No one can tell you the emotions you’re feeling are not valid. That person especially shouldn’t be yourself.