I recently painted my kitchen cabinets. There’s a kind of calm that sweeps over me when I paint; perhaps I should try painting artwork! Someday.

My cabinets are old, they’re from the 70’s, so they have seen a lot in their time here, not to mention that the doors and drawers are plastic. Sigh. I will hopefully change that in the future but for now, after a new coat of light gray paint, they look pretty darn good.

While I was painting I found many dings, spaces, inconsistencies, nail and screw holes and I realized just how much the cabinets have been through. But, just the same, they serve their function perfectly. It got me thinking about all our own dings, scratches, spaces and scars of time and how we manage to “get through it” and function as we feel capable.

Our scars, physical and emotional, help to mould us into who we are.

Not one of us is perfect, and THAT makes us perfectly okay.

Keep your chin up, stand tall, foot forward.

You’ve got this thing called life!