Last Thursday, I ran five miles like I was a rock star. No, really.
It's funny how one day can seem like the only possible limit might be the sky and then, in a matter of seemingly minutes, that same limitless sky seems to be falling faster than my poor heart did after hearing that my alma mater lost their homecoming game this weekend. ugh. and to a mean team.
The fact is that not every day, run, or body for that matter, is gonna be perfect. In fact, perfection isn't probably ever going to happen and we just have to accept that. Undoubtably, it is when we do finally figure this out that we learn how to truly love.
For as long as I can remember, I've beens searching for approval. striving to be perfect. because my underlying belief has always been that I was not enough.
This is painful to write, to see it in print on this screen, because for 32 years, I've known this wasn't true, I just, for the life of me, can't seem to believe it.
And then, Saturday, while I was cussing a little about how I should be doing better than I was, a little voice cut through the anger and self-condmenation and said, "hey, let yourself off the hook!"
Sometimes our high expectations and aims for perfection prevent us from seeing the truth in ourselves and in others. We can't really be sweet to someone if we can't accept them for who or what they are. And really, how sweet can we be to others if we can't be sweet to ourselves?