it struck me as i was at the gym [not my typical locale for an epiphany] this afternoon how everything in Phnom Penh is a work in progress. and how much i love that.
most buildings are unfinished. rebar juts out of the side of concrete. [just in case people might want to add on in the future]. development happens as families have time and resources.
family homes. the gym’s change rooms. streets.
things aren’t perfect and it’s okay that way.
i like that. because i usually have to remind myself that being imperfect is okay. so i can remind myself in every brick and pile of sand. with every construction worker i pass. that i should be gracious with myself.
life is this journey. a work in progress. always shifting, changing, becoming what it is meant to be.