Sorry sort of.

I failed. Well, in one area. For the past few days I have been going through a minor quarter-life crisis that has taken me, steadied my shoulders, and punched me in the emotional and mental stomach repeatedly. Thus, as my life has been centered around trying not to succumb to death via emotional organ rupture, my project 365 has gone down the tube, as I’ve missed almost a week straight of pictures of the day. 

But this crisis I speak of has been about not being perfect, and about accepting my flaws and not letting them rip me to shreds. That people can vary from your definition of “perfect” and you can love them anyway. 

I am that imperfect person, we all are, and I ask project 365 and the ones I love to forgive me. I’m not going to quit, I think I’ll just go for a week longer into next year. And that’s ok, there’s no defined limit on how much a person can screw up and still not be considered a failure.

I’m so glad I’m learning this. I hope you’re learning it too.