Dear Strong Woman,

Being a work of art and a work in progress go hand in hand.

This morning was a shit-show. Left breast milk out too long and it spoiled. Stepped in dog shit and piss. Knocked my MAMA mug off the counter and it broke into a million pieces.

I had snotty, sob-level, angry, exhausted tears falling before the sun was up.

After scrubbing the carpet I sat down to replenish my milk supply when my phone went off. It was a text from a dear friend who is on my launch team telling me sitting down to read my book last night turned into an all-night affair. And suddenly message by message an entire action plan for how this person plans to make a bold career move is unfolded in front of me.

“You think this quick read didn’t have SOMETHING to do with this epiphany for me?!”

I started crying again, but for a whole new reason.

I snapped a photo of this morning’s sunrise in the middle of the chaos. I remember being shocked and how vivid it was, and then pissed that all this construction work was in the way.

But it’s actually an accurate representation of how life is - beautifully imperfect. In fact, the nature of being human is to evolve, so “under construction” is our natural state. I tell my clients all the time that we don’t just “arrive” one day totally transformed. We are always in process.

Nobody has their shit together, and especially not me. But this life is pretty damn beautiful when I choose to see it.

What beauty are you missing out on in your life because things aren’t perfect?