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WILL IT BE PERFECT?

Expecting it to be...when expectation is the thief of true understanding. 

Originally posted on former blog: 05/24/20



I think the hardest thing for me in this life is realizing that I see people for who they are in depth not just their mistakes, their choices, their anger, or their hate at times.

I have always been okay EVENTUALLY just letting people go the way they need to after distancing so I could get my head okay with the fact that whatever about what happened wasn't really about me because I know who I am and I know what I try to do is always with the best intentions at heart. However I know that the need to distance at times offends people to the core.

I know that people want to make up their minds to just hate someone for the sake of hating them. In the end, that's their burden to bear and I'm sorry they have to live with that always eating them away.

I have been judged so many times for doing so many things that people were afraid to do. I have been judged for being human and for making mistakes. I've been made fun of by people who never liked me, from people who didn't even know me and from people that I once held very closely to my heart as business partners, fellow artists or friends/family.

This is part of the journey.

You aren't perfect.

I am not perfect.

Will it be perfect?

I used to ask that all the time in my dance classes when I asked people to try a combination. Knowing they were just learning something and feeling afraid to try.

"Will it be perfect?"

"No." was always the inevitable answer.

"Will that be okay?"

Yes.

...and that always should be the answer.

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