Sometimes you have to take a different route to get where you're trying to go.

And while you may not like the idea of alternate routes - especially if you're a recovering perfectionist like me - you must admit, the route doesn't matter all that much.

Because if you end up still reaching your destination, who cares how you got there? 

I had to learn (still learning!) to give myself grace when the journey doesn't look picture perfect.

At the end of the day, all that should matter is that I end up where I originally wanted to go - or someplace even better.