
Sometimes I need to look at this photo as a reminder that my version of “perfection,” can be damaging to the world around me.
I have no idea where this photo came from or when I first came across it, but it really resonates with me and I wanted to share. I hope it helps someone as much as it has helped me.
I still struggle. A lot.
I wish I could watch TV with my family without obsessing over the unfolded blanket that has fallen on the floor. I wish I could let my child have a sleepover without me being upset that dishes are being left all over the house.
But sometimes I look at this picture and suddenly: it is okay that the blanket is unfolded. It is okay that three different drinking glasses half full of juice are left in the living room for a day. The world will not end.