I am not (perfect).
I mess up.
I will let others down.
Yeah, that didn't work.
What is success, really?
These statements are ones of beauty. They are bringing freedom to me.
Of course I've always known I wasn't perfect, but I must have still tried to be. Now I know, I am not perfect.
For me, realizing this was like when your brow is furrowed and you only realize it once you relax. The realization of the depth of the tension is in the release.
I am released.