Waiting for Perfection

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Dear Perfection,

I've been waiting for you.

Waiting for you to give me permission to speak.

Waiting for permission to be.

Waiting to be worthy to hold space here.

AM I ENOUGH?

Will I embarrass myself?

Why do you make me feel so small?

Oh how I long to fly, to soar, to be free from the limitations of my mind, my grief, my fear. 

If only I could hold my flaws, my imperfections, so close, so dear, like they were what Defined Me - Precious, Worthy, Messy, and Whole.

If only I knew my imperfections were fully welcome here. In this Home I call my Body. In this Place I call my Mind. 

If only my soul felt free to be
Like the Wind who would never apologize
for Being, for Flowing, for Destroying and for giving Life.

Dear Perfection, tell me who YOU are, why do you try to cripple Me?

Here I am, this is me. Messy, Raw, Unpracticed and Unpolished and I exist here UNAPOLOGETICALLY. 

I exist to be Me, the Ever-Changing, Growing, Knowing part of me.

Perfect in my Imperfections.

Perfectly free to BE.

Worthy and Wanted.

As-is.

In this moment

I can take up space.

I can make mistakes.

I BELONG here

Perfectly Wild and Free.


Rebecca Blankinship is a mother, parent educator, writer, dreamer, and change-maker. Follow her ambitions at www.rebeccablankinship.com