Coming to terms....

... with your (my) imperfection...
is so relaxing.

And yet empowering.

For sure freeing.

Mmm.

Coming to terms with my finiteness... and my vulnerability ... and my, well, humanness, is so needful.
It makes me enjoy being me.
My past.
My present. (My age)
My future.... and not having to know what it's going to hold.

Yeah.