When perfectionism steals your good
I pull each flower from the vase and adjust it just so, again. Eventually you will kill these flowers. Living in perfect means never living in finished. Do you recognize the neighborhood? Projects and post are left unfinished, thoughts and words God has lain on my heart to share. I can’t seem to get them just right. Michael Hyatt (michaelhyatt.com) brings this topic to the door step of where I hang out in “perfect”. “When you sit…