Last night I went to a painting party. I enjoyed it immensely. I realized that habits are hard to break. I kept critiquing myself about how my painting wasn't perfect. Nothing we humans ever do will be perfect. It's just a fact of life. Accepting our life and reality may be hard, but it's necessary or we may never find happiness. Or joy or contentment. When I look at my painting today, I love the imperfection because I made it. And when imperfection meets imperfection that equals perfection. I want to find joy in my circumstance, because I need to believe that God did not fail when He made me. I need to accept a decision that changed my world. I can accept the small victory in that last night I asked for help for what I could not do. Small steps.