I think a lot of us are multiple things that don't always fit together neatly in a bio box.

Many people think of perfectionism as striving to be your best, but it is not about self-improvement; it's about earning approval and acceptance.

I don't have to chase extraordinary moments to find happiness - it's right in front of me if I'm paying attention and practicing gratitude.

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience.

A good life happens when you stop and are grateful for the ordinary moments that so many of us just steamroll over to try to find those extraordinary moments.

But I don't think it's as dangerous, scary, or terrifying as getting to the end of our lives and wondering, what if I would have shown up?