The last few days have been a real joyride. Nothing super major, but lots of gut-churning decisions back and forth and lots of overcoming various obstacles. Ya know, the joys of life.
I did have an epiphany today, though, and I figured I better write it down, since I'm sure to need to remember this again soon.
I am not perfect. I am a work in progress. So is everyone else, and thereby so is everything else. It is OK to let go of things and enjoy the moment, even when it is not perfect or ideal. The happiest people in life didn't get there because they worked harder than you did to make everything perfect. They got there because they let the idea of "perfect" go and are good with the idea of "the best I can do under the circumstances."
As the Nester would say, "it doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful."