Monday, May 2, 2022



Nobody's perfect.

We all have blemishes.

We are all tarnished works of art.

We all fall short somewhere.

We're not always organized.

We all get discombobulated and out of sorts.

We all are all works in progress working toward progress.

No one has all the answer regardless of what they say.

The only goal we should strive toward is being better than we were yesterday.

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