Now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. - John Steinbeck

And then a response.

Now that you don’t have to be good, you can be free. - Elizabeth Gilbert

Give yourself permission to let go of perfection in favour of goodness.

And then go deeper and let go of goodness in favour of freedom.

The opposite of perfection isn’t imperfection, it’s freedom.

What if you just allowed yourself to be free? If there was no measure of perfect or even good?

When I post this quote on Instagram today, it’s going to get far fewer views than usual because my face isn’t in it. But guess what?

I’ll be free.

Free from comparison, free the torment of my mind asking “which picture suits my feed style best next?” or “how many likes will this photo get?”

Fuck all of that. I even want to go back and edit that word out (what will the neighbours think??). But I won’t. I don’t have to be perfect. I don’t even have to be good.

Because guess what?

I’m free.