Success is progress not perfection. This was a favorite mantra in my former professional world. We strived to be the best and do the best, but we acknowledged that growth takes time.
I’ve learned a lot about me in the past few years. I know my strengths. I know my weaknesses or to be politically correct…my growth opportunities.
I self reflect to a fault. I strive to grow. I desire to be a better wife, mother, friend, leader at work.
But mostly, I want to be better with accepting who I am in Christ. I am His child. A work in progress. I don’t have to be like everyone else.
At writing group last weekend, we were challenged to write about what we like about ourselves. That’s not exactly easy to do. But, we did it.
And, I realized those weaknesses (a.k.a growth opportunities) are actually things I have grown to like about myself. I understand myself better. I am a INFP personality type. Click the link for more information or to discover your personality type.
Yes, success is progress not perfection, and I am a work in progress.
I am okay with me.
I challenge you to reflect and ask yourself this question….what do you like about yourself?
It’s been almost two months since I posted last. I needed a hiatus of sorts. Life was coming at me fast, and I needed to stop and catch my breath.
In the course of these past two months, I have changed jobs and taken a step of faith. I’ve come home in a sense, returned to my roots of discovery, to the place where I first realized my calling to long term care. I have had to close doors so I could embrace new beginnings. Grief of endings is a real process, one that I also had to embrace.
I have witnessed the workings of healing and redemption in some challenging situations in my life.
I have taken time for me. To reflect. To rest. To breathe. To reconnect. To rediscover. To catch my breath.
I am choosing to believe to expect the unexpected. I am choosing to believe that with faith nothing is impossible. I am stepping out in faith to trust God that this journey is uniquely mine, but I am not meant to travel it alone. He is with me every step of the way.
Have you ever looked back at your life and wondered how you ever survived that struggle? Have you ever been completely awed when you realize all the connections of your life have been orchestrated?
I’m so grateful for every experience in my life even the hard times. Especially the hard times.
I am choosing to believe this year.
What is your word for the year? What are you choosing to believe in?