I am me. Conflicted confused tumbling in tumultuous tempests, yet I remain me. I am Mother, I am strong. I hurt, I cry, but I still go on. I love mightily and unconditionally. Unfailingly. That is my strongest point - my capacity to love. I am not perfect, but I revel in my flaws. They are part of me. I embrace them and know to be the best me possible I must accept flaws and work with them. Everyone is flawed, and in order to make the most of life we must stop seeking perfection and instead attain balance. That is all I truly seek in life, peace and balance.
And good yarn and needles and the Perfect Pattern.
