No Perfect Days

To continue with some of my feelings from yesterday, I have to admit that something I missed (forgot?) is that perfection does not exist. I wanted to live perfectly, to do every. little. thing. I consider to be part of a “perfect” day/life without fail, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t push myself because my willpower was running on empty, and again, I just couldn’t do it.

Nor do I have to.

I have to remember that. I have to ingrain that in my head somehow so I don’t ever forget it. Being this hard on myself is unsustainable, and intellectually, I know this, but… my neurosis can be overfuckingwhelming sometimes.

I have to be kind to myself. I have to remember that I’m not a robot, that

I have and will continue to burn out if I keep trying to accomplish everything.

Go slow. Go with the flow. Breathe. Pay attention and be mindful of the world in front of me. This is all we get. This is all we have. Enjoy it and don’t try to speed through everything.

Remember to breathe. Remember that only this moment matters, not the next one, not the next breath but this breath. Now is what matters and now can never be perfect because it just is.

So just be.