It’s Not Perfect
It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. My practice. My getting better. My keeping going. I often don’t know what I’m doing or maybe even why. No one can answer why all the time. I want to answer why all the time. Life doesn’t work like that. Parenting, faith, love, loss. None of it works like that.
It’s not perfect, this showing up. This writing it down. But it’s enough. Enough for a month of blogging every day. Enough because everything is really enough, really just right, if you look at it the right way. That’s all we’re really doing anyway.
Just looking. Just passing through. Connecting and practicing and doing the work on the way. That’s all we can do.
It’s not perfect, but I don’t really want it to be.