I often describe myself as a “work in progress “and I truly do believe that’s a good definition of who I am. Yet the other day someone said that by doing this I was putting myself down.
You see as far as I am concerned I have a lot left in this life to learn. That’s not to say that I haven’t achieved a lot I certainly have, but there is so much out there left for me to absorb.
I love the fact that the world is full of knowledge and life that I have yet to learn or experience. Places to visit, people to meet. Every one of these new moments crafting me into someone new.
I cannot describe the joy I feel when my mind gets blown by something I never knew. By an emotion I have yet to feel.
I absolutely love being a work in progress, it allows me scope to make mistakes and try again.
Perfection is so overrated.
You only have to look at the beauty of a broken jug to know that life is a celebration of imperfections.
I do not see the image of myself as a work in progress as a put down or a lack of confidence, far from it. I see it as an adventure, a adventure of a lifetime yet to live.
A story of moments, experiences and sensations.
I cannot wait.