The Myth of Perfection

Let us stop punishing ourselves for a body that doesn’t look like the ones we were told we would have some day. Instead, let us touch our bodies with the healing of our own hands and hearts and words and finally, exhale into the beauty of our authenticity.
— Carrie-Anne Moss
Carrie Anne Moss via AnnapurnaLiving.com Let us stop punishing ourselves for a body that doesn’t look like the ones we were told we would have some day. Instead, let us touch our bodies with the healing of our own hands and hearts and words and finally, exhale into the beauty of our authenticity.

by Carrie Anne Moss

Hi beauties!

there is no perfection to wait for. What a relief!

There will never be a better time than now to live your life the way you really desire. Not when you get that great job, or the partner, the baby, or the money. It is all right here—right in front of you.

Your life is happening right now, with the messy rooms and dishes to do. With the nagging feeling left over from what you said to someone who hurt your feelings and pushed your buttons. It is happening, even if you are in denial that this is IT.

This is your life. This is it.

So, my dear women, how about we throw the expectation of it being better or different or skinnier and start looking our sweet imperfect lives right in the eye and say, “Yes, I'm in!”

So, my dear women, how about we throw the expectation of it being better or different or skinnier and start looking our sweet imperfect lives right in the eye and say, “Yes, I’m in!”

Let's wake up in the morning and feel gratitude for another day and for the beautiful body we live in.

As we make food for ourselves and our loves, let's sing and infuse the food with the magic of our song—our love song.

Let us go to work with a pep in our step and look up and out and notice that others may need our light.

Let us vibrate in a way that brings all that we crave toward us.

Let us stop complaining about our health, our babies, not sleeping, or the economy.

Let us stop punishing ourselves for a body that doesn't look like the ones we were told we would have some day. Instead, let us touch our bodies with the healing of our own hands and hearts and words and finally, exhale into the beauty of our authenticity.

Let us look at this earth home and tell dear mother earth that we are so very sorry for the hurts and the brutality, but that today we see her, we feel her, and we will never take her for granted.

May we realize that if we don't wake up and see the truth that our lives are right here, right now we will miss it all. The tears, the joy, the everything—it is all a privilege of this lifetime.

When we embrace the imperfection of it all, we are gifted the magic of it all.

With love,
xxxCar