Perfection pretends to be my friend,
but then why is she always trying to fold me
into an origami crane and stuff me
in the pocket of a pair of old jeans
that is way too tight?
She follows me everywhere,
always telling me what I did wrong
and how I "missed a spot".
She thinks she is helping.
She thinks she is cute ~
her pretty little dress and
that tight braid hanging down her back.
But today I am telling her to back off.
Let her clean her own house,
make her own bed.
I've got more important things to do.
Life, is waiting . . .
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October 01, 2010
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I love this!
I've been working on releasing my "friend" perfection too.
Enjoy today, for tomorrow it will be gone!
Blessings,
Anita ♥
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Posted by: Anita Elmore | October 01, 2010 at 12:36 PM