....a place of vulnerability and discovery

I just got a pen mark on my new perfectly pink bible, it rests right above the 'E' on 'HolyBible', so now every time i see it, i get an erge to emphasize the 'e' and say it in a french accent.

Last week, i had this spot on my cheek it was just above my lip, and looked like a beauty spot, it reminded me of keira knightly, 1920's,WW2, it made me feel classic. And i miss it now its gone.

I have this pair of yellow converse, and the dirtier more worn they get, the scruffier they look, and the more i grow to love them.

The point im trying to make is that perfection comes in a billion different shapes. I have an ability to love imperfection, i believe its down to not having the patience to make something physically perfect. Every dress/top/leotard i have ever made, has had raw edges ... literally!

I have spent this week,repeating myself over and over again, preparing for my drama exam, which was today, tomorrow and monday. The reason we spent so much time repeating ourselves was to make our piece as perfect as possible, to remember our lines and interpret the character in the most accurate way. We did it infront of the examiner, and it went ok, but i could point out loads of things i had done better in rehearsal...

I have made the conscience decision to live my life, not striving for perfection but to achieve the best i can, and the best i can is a shape of perfection.