I'm realizing it's not really me being happy when I follow the rules, striving, trying to be perfect, it's the good girl in me. And when the good girl in me is happy I can relax for a while, I get rewarded. Sometimes you just really do teach best what you most have to learn. I don't want my good girl to rule my life, no more. I thought I had to work so hard to be perfect in this journey, at this life thing, not realizing I already am, we already are. Messy. Inconsistent. Perfectly imperfect. That's where I'll be for now.