I really want to tell you I’m’ perfect, a paragon, but I am not. Not even close. I am a bundle of anxiety, wrapped up in good intentions, with total clumsiness around the edge. Did I mention I’ve tripped over three chairs this week broke one toenail and two toes? Yup, not kidding that’s me!
So, sometimes I find myself at the top of control hill, ever been there? That zenith of I have everything handled and planned, and I know where everything and everyone goes. (Then God takes this as a dare and kicks me off) But, while I’m on that hill I think, yup I am going to stay right here! Then I meet someone who also is on their own hill and I’m like SISTER!! But, I can’t get to her because I am too busy sitting on my own hill of control.
Yea not a good time in a party of one all the time. So I will jump off the hill, trip over my own feet, and then visit someone else’s hill. I will sit and listen and look at everything. I am always trying to learn from the world around me and the people around me. But, the point is I couldn’t ever learn from anyone else if I sat on my hill of false perfection.
Just sharing this with the world, knowing there is another person sitting on the hill of perfection with broken toes and hearts who feels so alone. You don’t have to be alone, but you have to jump off your hill and meet us down below. We can visit our perfect hills, but we can’t live there 🙂
❤ Me
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