You know all those imperfections you see in yourself, the ones that you can’t seem to let go? Try this: look closely at nature and see the imperfections that UNABASHEDLY PROCLAIM beauty. Then, take a deep breath and accept that you are perfect.

Really, you are. Perfect. Enough. Right.

Brought to you by my imperfect, perfectly beautiful garden, and the chamomile flowers that did not wait for me to tend to them properly.

I know they are not weeds. But they have the spirit and strength of things that thrive without attention. So, perhaps they are not aware of any distinctions or limitations.

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