I’ve come to terms with the fact that I might not be awesome at this next chapter of my life. As a recovering perfectionist I am accepting that I might just be white knuckling it from day to day without my planner written in beautiful color-coding, or a memory of where an obscure but critical document is (where are our passports anyway?) or the most perfectly perfect follow through with friends, family, or even ((deep breath)) clients. But I will MAKE IT FREAKING HAPPEN the best I can. Every day. And for now “good enough” actually is.