Day 21

Today is the final day of my fast. I spent the majority of the day traveling to a funeral. Funerals make me so reflective, and even though I didn't really know the man, I was so touched by the service. People stood and told stories, there was a photo slide show, and all the family was around. I could tell he was very well loved and thought of highly. In a funny way, it reminded me that perfection is unnecessary. When your life is over, people don't talk about how badly you kept up with the laundry or how cluttered your car was. They pick the best, most wonderful parts of you, and to those they hang on. I get down on myself for the silliest things. :( It's time to realize that perfection is overrated. 

-R