I am sleep challenged.

Rather introspective tonight.

I am not perfect and so I work very hard at not expecting it in others. I like that the human psyche has flaws. It has so much more character that way. Perfection just seems so superficial to me.

There are people who never admit to being wrong. I am wrong, often and profusely. I was today and I will likely be so tomorrow. I made some wrong choices that I am not thrilled with. I can either choose to regret them and add them to the host of ghosts, demons and skeletons, or I can learn from them and move on. I think they may want to hang around for a while. Pesky things. I think others may choose try to shackle them to me.