Nothing is perfect, everything is perfect.

Sleepless nights make it harder for me to face the day and to acknowledge the balance that is always there. Although my ‘All My Bad Work’ project is still in its infancy I find myself drawn to my living space, the mess of it and the things that I’d rather not share. In my worst moments I feel ashamed that I don’t have a more pristine life where my home, life and presentation is in perfect order.

A wise friend reminded me, that to find happiness, we must learn to love what we hate. I think that’s especially true for emotional unrest. And whilst I am not in love quite yet I’m finding this experience of exposing what I want to hide a very exciting and educational process.