Burning the Pedestal

Crap. I just got ANOTHER reminder today that after all of this time of knowing better, that I am still doing this silly crap.
I have this habit/problem of putting people I look up to on pedestals.

It always bites me in the hardheaded butt. Always!  I just forget and forget and forget that every human being on this planet is just a human with their own stupid stuff. Just like me.

I forget that I am magnificent also, just the way I am, stupid stuff and all.
But I don't want to be on anyone's pedestal. Ever.
Cause I fall sometimes.  I stumble a lot, but I REALLY FALL sometimes.  I am not known for the little mistakes. I tend to make BLUNDERS! Big Fat OOPSIES!!!!

Don't judge me though. I do tons right. My intentions (except for that thing I did last week), are usually good.  I wanna be there for you. I wanna listen to you without thinking of me. I wanna be on time and on point and on the money all the time.

Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don't. But please no more pedestals! OKAY?
If you don't, then I won't. OKAY?

So you go ahead and be human right before my eyes if you want to. I promise to remember to love the God in you. And when I stumble and fall, cause another one is probably on the way, just remember that I too, am another ridiculous imperfect but lovable representation of the ONE.

Enjoy your day and even your oopsies and try not to get hurt out there...

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