progress not perfection

Today, I am grateful for winter. I love the feeling of cold air on my skin, the sound of crunching frost under my feet, and the beauty that comes with this quiet, dormant, season. 

I am learning how to take life one moment at a time and how to release my desire for perfection. 

I accomplished asking for help from my new neighbors. 

I delighted in chatting with my soul sister, in watching a cheesy show, and in recognizing the progress I have made and continue to make.