I accept that there is no perfect

Striving for perfection is painful.  Aiming for success is one thing but perfection is another.  If I accept that there is no such thing as perfect then it makes it easier for me to try, to start.  It allows me to be in the space between right and wrong, yes and no, the all or nothing.  When I first stopped drinking, I realised that I would rather sit in pain than risk failure.  Sobriety has changed that thinking, in everything I do.  I can move as quickly or as slowly as I want, sometimes I can sit still and rest or observe.  As long as I am doing it deliberately then it is always ok.  Sobriety is like a new muscle.  It requires gentleness and encouragement.  I needed to learn to walk before running.  I am my own work, a summary of my own effort and choices.  Choices that I get to make.  When I want to.  When I’m ready to.  And besides, if perfect is at the end, then why would I want to get there when there’s so much more to see.

I am a work in progress and it will always be that way.