As I sip on a cup of fresh orange blossom lemon tea, I ponder the crippling art of perfection. If you have that bone in your body, you know what I’m referring to.
Perfection reminds me of what I haven’t done, or what I procrastinated on until SOS flares erupted in full force. That’s what this piece and morning ritual are about: putting something beautiful, creative, and imperfect forth while giving myself permission to be ok with that. So let’s dive into the mess of the magic.Read More