Perfection is in a world all on its own. There is no perfection, there is only good enough at that moment in time. It cannot be regained or lost as it has passed and cannot be recaptured to find a new. Perfection must be accepted for what it is or was in that moment in time, it was so close to being non-perfection. Step forward, step away from what you thought was but was not. Do not let it draw you into its web of disconcert. Let it entice you to reach for it in all the glory that we all strive to get to, a step better than the step before.
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sandra gunderson
I was born and raised in Wisconsin. My greatest joys are my two sons and my three grandchildren, which I cherish. I am prior military, I attend college full time and work full time for the Department of Defense.
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Sandra
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