In this life, I want to be perfect. I catch myself trying to measure up to some standard in my head. That standard is what I think others expect of me. I have to keep learning that it is enough just be myself, whatever that turns out to be. I need to take a lesson from these old car doors. Look at this guy above - so beautiful and intriguing I could stare at him all day.
And take this guy. He pulls me in. I want to climb inside of those colors and lay down in the scratches, dents and rust. These doors are fascinatingly imperfect. They've been around a long time. They've traveled some bumpy roads to get so nuanced and sassy. They make no apologies, nor do they flinch when stared at. One can learn a lot from old doors.
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