Got new sneakers a bit dirty in the mud. I used to freak out when new sneakers got dirty. But they are made to be used and I go on nature walks regularly so it was inevitable.
Looking at fallen trees, the messiness of this undomesticated nature in the park. There was this sense of awe. Things are messy, not perfect, and they’re not meant to be perfect.
It was so validating as my own life is anything but picture perfect.
Maybe it’s not me that’s the problem but the projection of perfection and unrealistic expectations.
I much rather accept things as they are, and do my best with the circumstances given, then float away in my head dreaming of what could be.
And the water glistening and trickling over the stones in the creek, continue to remind me that from the bumpiness in life, comes beauty.