Today is Thanksgiving. My pilgrimage to Allinall begins ––
I’m thankful I’m not a turkey. I’m thankful I am who I am, even with my imperfections. Today, I give thanks for my imperfections.
“Why does imperfection rock?” I asked Izabel, who inspired me to draw this illustration.
“Imperfection has no boundaries. Perfection does. Once something’s perfect, it’s achieved its highest potential, meaning it can’t evolve into something better.”
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.
Sometimes you have struggle to the top of the hill so you can look back and see what you’ve missed . . .