“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” Leonard Cohen
I have spent my whole life trying to make perfect pie. Perfect people pleasing pie packed with half-truths afraid the world wouldn’t love whole me. Paring imperfections in the compost, praying my sweet peaches under a good girl crust would buy the badge of belonging. Finally figuring out….
….there’s no such thing as perfect pie!
Yet, perfectionism pervades our world awash with unrealistic ideals prompting impossible expectations, often self-imposed, that cook up feelings of fear, failure, and unworthiness. And under the flawless shell a paralyzing hell holds hostage any hope of passion, possibility, and pleasure. Well-except for those precious people who have perfect pie down pat! Though to that I’ve been wondering where’s the fun and fabulous in flawless?!
As I begin to let go of phantom perfect pie I’ll be honest, oowey gooey doesn’t feel very graceful especially when the shame shadow in my head begins beating the “do it better drum”. And so I am grateful that recently in the dark of that hum a sweet voice woke me and whispered: “Go find your my in perfect pie.” Perfect thank you!
I know I’m not alone as I forge for the forgotten fruits passion, possibility, and pleasure, and I’m beginning to believe once baked, I just might find some joy in the juice that oozes through the perfect cracked Cohen crust. May we all find my in perfect pie!
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