Sometimes when we discover the truth about who we are it hurts. I was bummed when I realized my obsession with the frayed chair was just a projection of my obsession with being accepted. But God is showing me the beauty of having frayed edges.
My name is Megan, and I am addicted to perfectionism. In some ways I say that playfully, but in other ways it comes from a place of utter sincerity. Ever since I was a little girl I have struggled with being a perfectionist. Everything had to be perfect in order for things to be right.… Continue reading The Beauty of Imperfection