Be Imperfect.

Okay, so here is the blog post I was planning on writing last week, before I got sidetracked after my emotional meltdown while watching Little Women. If you don’t know what that was all about then check out last week’s blog post. But this is a new week, I’m just as emotional but we are going to soldier on and talk about something that really matters in the current moment.


Sometimes seems like a scary word doesn’t it? It reminds you of the last time you went over to your friend Emma’s house and she was making her own compost for the tomatoes she was growing in her garden that somehow manage to feed her family of five. You remember the scathing look some young hipster gave you when you had to buy a plastic bag at the supermarket the other day with a screaming toddler in your…

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