If you had ever met me before you would know I was a perfectionist. I always needed everything to have a precise order and proper place otherwise I felt like I might have a headache.

But sometimes it is more important to let go of some of that perfectionism and leave room for mistakes and forgiveness. It is not against any rule that you cannot dance in the rain under moonlight or cry into the rainbow bubbles from doing the dishes. You do not always have to be the one with the quickest silver tongue, not if you let it all go...

If I had another chance to start over I would pick more wildflowers amist fog drizzled days to commemorate the deceased. I would give forgiveness more room then punishment, so that when sorrow knocked on my room I could politely decline entry and close the door.