Collecting Shells

April 22, 2024

I’ve been sitting criss-cross apple sauce in front of this giant pile of shells for almost 2 hours now. I’m sorting out the ones I like and putting them aside to take home. One is a half broken sand dollar. Another looks like my cat. One has my initial. There’s one that looks like a smiley face if you look at it long enough. None of them are perfect and that’s why I picked them. 

I think we’re a lot like these shells.

We pick people because they feel familiar. We pick them because they make us smile or feel like home. Not because they’re perfect with no quirky traits. The shells without flaws all start to look the same. 

Stop trying to be perfect and allow the right people to find you.