The world feels like it is unraveling, like loose stitches in a seam that has needed attention for a while but has been ignored for far too long. I am constantly searching for ways to best respond to these times with well-thought-out action. It is an ongoing process.

I wish I could go back and tell my 20-something self to focus on progress, not perfection. Each time I quit and started back up, I learned something about the harmful habit I had fallen into at age 13. I only saw starting again after quitting as a pure failure. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Whenever I experience synchronicities I pay attention. I have been a part of several conversations very recently around the many tools folks have in their toolbox for wellness and that it can be hard and sometimes overwhelming getting to them all. What to do if the daily breath work practice gets missed or if we choose not to go to the gym even when we know how damn good it makes our body feel, or what if we don’t engage in our dancing or journal practice everyday?

I pulled that abandoned quilt out and had a second look. That little voice stated the obvious: I had left this quilt halfway... I had walked away in frustration and defeat because of the perception of it not meeting some kind of perfectionist standards for quilting. My uneven stitches and squares, imperfectly sewn together, had resulted in a quilt that embarrassed me. So it was banished to the back of a closet never to see the light of day again… until it was time to move houses.