And so, mistakes happen. A word is spelled wrong. Others read it. Oh my, is it the end of the world? Let us tell you that the world could end and you still will not have achieved perfection, dear one. There is only one state of perfection. You can glimpse it oh so briefly in the moments in between typing e and o. You can glimpse it oh so fleetingly in the difference between type and typo. You can taste it oh so longingly in the moments between regret and rejoice. And may those glimpses and tastes remind you that while you’re rolling around in your imperfection there is always and already a state of perfection within that never changes.

You are so very loved.