Feel your feelings and keep moving.

Forward is the goal.

’Progress not perfection’ comes to mind when my perfectionism rears its ghastly head. There is no such thing as perfection. At least not the ever-changing perceived ideal I have been known to imagine. The impossible creature doesn't exist.

At least now I'm aware of it. No longer spinning imaginary wheels of creation, just to call myself, busy, ‘work in progress’ never to be completed. It will never be perfect. And if by chance for a brief moment it is, keep breathing.