Thank you for making me imperfect. I know it’s a strange thing to be thankful for but I truly am thankful.
Because of my imperfect self, I have things that I can work on. Things that I can change. As well as things that I just have to accept.
Because of my imperfections that are not hidden, I have less of a reason to be critical of those around me. Especially when they do imperfect things.
Thank you for allowing me to learn to accept myself, even on the days when doing so seem the hardest.
Please help me remember that no one is perfect at any given time, and by looking for perfection in others (and even myself), I’m setting myself up for failure.