I hate imperfection. I hate it because I can't control it. Because of deeply held spiritual beliefs, I know that we were never meant to deal with imperfection and so I keep fighting it and reaching little peaks and then sliding into dips and valleys...and returning to old habits and then stopping them again. Today has been another weird one. Awoke to snowflakes and a stiff wind! The beautiful purple lilac bushes shivered in the wind. I climbed back into a pair of jeans and a wool sweater. I got to work and someone had brought in an amazing cake. Because of the cold, I gravitated toward carbs but kept things fairly under control. I drank 4 cups of hot cinnamon tea. I listed to a workmate drone on and on about diabetes and insulin and obesity in our culture. I sat there with my cake and tea and became thoroughly annoyed by him...but it doesn't take much for this person to hit my buttons. He/she is a true source of stress for me.
Walked 30 minutes and thank the dear Lord...a desired friendship is blooming...the desire to bring my life back into control has returned...toward perfection again I go...tomorrow is a new day...
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