It's OK to be Imperfect

My house is not a dirty pigsty but it's also not spic ‘n span at all times. I can now allow newspapers and magazines to pile up on tabletops and not freak out. My husband has taken another stab at doing laundry, his way, and I'm now simply glad to have clean clothes that I didn't have to wash. Is my life really any different because the towels aren't always folded "my" way? Absolutely not! Am I happier because I simply don't worry about things like that anymore? You bet!

I've now got the ability to take that somewhat limited energy that I tend to have and participate in life and in those things that bring joy and happiness to my world, on my terms. I may not be a perfect, multi-tasking wonder woman, but I'm a much calmer and happier person living a more fulfilling life. And I'm grateful that I was able to let go of those insignificant small things that will always clutter my life's inbox.