I Am A Work in Progress

Please pardon my appearance and my behavior (or lack thereof), I am a work in progress. Please accept and enjoy me as I am while celebrating the process of my becoming all that is possible for me. Please join me in this process of re-creating myself every day in every way. Your contribution to my growing and becoming is always welcome.

As much as a paradox as it may seem, I am, and have always been whole and complete while forever remaining a work in progress. How is this possible? It is possible because there's nothing right or wrong in the universe, there is only what is.