Walking along the beach in Northern California in June is a pretty amazing experience. Bright blue sky, deep blue-green ocean water, crisp white caps on the waves, soft sandy beaches sprinkled with shells.
I walked outside for a couple hours this morning picking up shells, rocks, and sand dollars. For a bit I was caught up in the trap of finding the ‘perfect’ shells.
It got me thinking about what I deemed as ‘perfect’ versus ‘imperfect’ …