No perfect mom, no perfect kids.
No perfect job, perfect car, perfect outfit.
No perfect diet, perfect exercise routine, perfect body.
No perfect personality, perfect marriage, perfect friendship.
No perfect environment, perfect government, perfect decision-making process.
There will always be a cabbage moth waiting to eat your kale, a sticky hand waiting to stain your pants, a nasty person trying to force their own way through.
Just when you think you’ve rebuilt your VW engine and got it running perfectly, the transmission will break and it will only run in 1st and 2nd gear.
Just when you think you’ve finally got a handle on your temper, you go and lose it again. Over nothing.
Life is full of dropped stitches, dropped pottery, dropped friendships, dropped opportunities.
Life is change. It is flow and flux and flummox.
It is breaking apart and building up again.
There is no perfect.
Perfection is an illusion.