Something can grow wildly and be incredibly beautiful. What if you could be wildly you? Join me in a reflection on perfection and being yourself.
So I actually am sitting in the park, and I was thinking about a psychic reading from earlier today and a theme that's been coming up maybe over the last six months or so. And I find it fascinating. And part of that is thinking about how you see yourself and how sometimes there's this expectation to be perfect all the time, right? To show up perfectly, to have your stuff together. To always, in fact, have your space. Never lose your space.
What was fascinating about that was the difference. That all that stuff people handle at times, and go through, all the expectations that might show up in the world, or in your life, or with your family, or with your friends. In one way, you could just say that's a bunch of energy that's not yours, it's someone else's. I think I was so fascinated by looking at this from a new perspective, but also exploring it over the last six months, and really the last three for sure.
Something can grow wildly and be incredibly beautiful. And the first thing that comes to mind for me is this: You know how in certain neighborhoods, everything's supposed to be manicured and perfect and neat and clean? I lived in this one neighborhood where, on one of the streets, everything was wild. There was so much stuff growing in that yard, beautiful flowers, and herbs, and all kinds of things as I walked down the street. And of course, roses because it's Portland. But I remember all the time, whenever I would walk past those sections of the streets, I would be enamored by what was there, and what was possible, and how wild but so beautiful it was. And not only that, people's yards were different. It spoke to that person and how they like to keep their yard and what they thought was beautiful in their yard. You could say maybe a representation of themselves, that maybe they can be a little bit wilder and more free too.
I know I'm using the word wild, but what if it's just being yourself and not needing to be perfect, but just being you? You might not look like some perfectly manicured thing. You might have a little bit of fur over here, or a little bit of something over there, like my shadow behind me. Not perfect. It's something I've just been really thinking about.
I am loving this journey of exploring being perfect and where maybe I am figuring out and navigating my way through those expectations in my own life, and noticing that in other people, and then looking at being wild, and really how it's just being yourself. And it might not look perfect.
