The need to be perfect, and I can not even do that right

So as I sit writing this, I've been thinking how hard it is to write this piece. Why: It's hard for people to admit their lives aren't perfect.

 I kept trying to fix my life to be perfect and guess what, it didn't work.

Eventually, I gave up, and just worked on living in the now. I want to say my life is all happy now. Nope, it's the same. It's happy and sad, up and down, but it is more purposeful (I hope).

 It's why I started trying to be a minimalist; so I wouldn't have to try to keep so much together. A smaller apartment means fewer items. However, when you get rid of so much stuff you realized how much you kept from the past. (and still have some / it's a process )

I had so much to face up to:

• Clothes that don't fit. (I'm working on it/ I'm running a half marathon in September ) 
• Books that represented my dreams of the last decade (They are not the same dreams that I have today) 
• Photos of old friends  
• And I tried really hard, yet I'm not in the place I thought I would be 
• and how did I fit so much stuff in my old room?

I'm in a fantastic place and so happy for my life currently: 

• I have a great job
• I travel the world 
• I have an amazing boyfriend
• I live in a great apartment 

So how do I embrace the of emotions that are leading me into my 30's? 


I think my 20's were easier because I thought I knew exactly where I was and where I was "suppose to go".

Now I can admit I don't know - but it's scary. However, it's an adventure. In adventures, traveling light always helps. Also adventures are more fun with friends.