That word “perfectly” I often wonder where that expectation came from… As children before we walked we fell many times until one day suddenly we could run. Crunching gears learning to drive - practiced skills are now automated to the point we can now drive, do makeup, talk on the phone, juggle kids and if needs must, hold audience with Rihanna, Beyoncé or otherwise without dropping a note. (Not me of course someone else 😉) Yet the concept of saying no instead of yes. Asking for help with all the things out of the question. Or stepping back, letting a friend or family member figure it out themselves is excruciatingly painful and requires so much energy going the other way… not to mention the self doubt or guilt that follows as we mental loop all night as a result. We forget we are human sometimes For some reason we also forget to give ourselves the grace to take our time, to make mistakes and value ourselves enough to simply show up, as we are. Not perfect Not knowing all the answers Unsure but prepared to do it anyway allowing ourselves to feel into the sensations and let the body lead.., Terrifying Yet driving whilst performing circus tricks … not an issue. Potentially so much more disastrous - totally ok with that. 🤦‍♀️ I’m learning that perfectly imperfect is actually a thing - and slowly but surely I’m becoming ok with that. 😉 It takes time to create a new sense of safety … it takes showing up for you even on the days you don’t feel worthy (more so on those days than any other) Accept yourself as you are Allow the path to unfold Be kind to yourself You’ll get to where you need to go perfectly When you accept it’s ok to be imperfect 😉 Do what you can as you can. Simple movements. Patience. Awareness in the moment. It all counts …