last night i had a chance to hear a man speak about making positive changes in his life. making changes and trying to do better on a daily bases. it really hit me when he said he was 67, not that he is SO old, i realized at that point that perfection doesn't come with age. when i am 67 i will still be working on myself. i am a work in progress and will always be. there is no race to perfection. understanding that no one is perfect. we learn that. we learn no one is perfect but some how i manage to convince myself that those people around me are perfect. people don't like to talk about their weaknesses or downfalls rather about their successes. and i admit life would be yucky if we all sat around talking about our downfalls. for me its not about sitting around beating myself up but rather realizing that i am just like everyone else - not perfect. there is no reason to hate myself or stress over my imperfections. I have a life time to change and grow. realizing that one day at a time doesn't mean be perfect in all things today. it means today i can strive to do a few things better than yesterday.

today i will love myself a little more than yesterday.