Dear Perfection,
You are impossible.
So I quit. Actually I am breaking up with you. And I am quite ok about it. Your standards in this relationship are unattainable and to be quite honest not attractive at all. Now, don’t try to woo me back. Don’t try to rear your little head. It’s not you. It’s me. I have moved on and I am in a new relationship called grace.
Take care,
Me.
PS — Who do you need to break up with today?
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace – only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.
– Ann Lamott