I have decided I am completely incomplete! Perfectly imperfect! What’s better than that!
My mom at 94 still loves learning new things, seeing new sights, so even at her age she knows her life is not complete!
I find that people in recovery rarely feel complete, or whole. They struggle, as I do, to find that feeling that they are okay just as they are.
I complete my task of making my bed, but know it will be there again tomorrow, the next day and the next. So I thought, maybe things can be completely incomplete!
So too with us! We can happy we are not done. It lightens my load to know I don’t have to be all put together, to have everything finished, to be totally anything at all.
It’s not possible anyway, but it is a struggle sometimes to accept who I am, knowing I will eat too much sometimes, get lazy sometimes, or be crabby sometimes.
I will never be complete in terms of my learning about life. I only hope I can continue to love myself as an imperfect, incomplete person.
While Sitting in Bed Eating Peanut Butter,
On Day 1803,
PS _ Went on our first bike ride after my operations!