I have to get my car cleaned tomorrow. We've had cold snaps, snow, rain, below freezing temps, and my 9 yr. old car needs a carwash. Badly. People tell me, because of my job, I should have a newer, sleeker, jazzier car. Tis okay. My car, much like it's owner, is flawed. Oh, it looks okay but there are nicks and scratches and cracks, and a window that doesn't work and needs to be duct taped. I generally get my car washed regularly when I'm in a relationship. I haven't been for about 2 yrs. I have been dating. So I clean it occassionally. But there isn't a rush to any of this.
I used to believe I had to be perfect. It caused me great stress and anger. I wanted to be perfect but I've learned to like myself as I am. Flawed. But I've learned I just have to try to be the best "me" I can. It's a subtle but effective switch in thinking.
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