Pinning because this so reminds me of my sister. Ever dreaming of flying far far away, so fiesty and full of life. She died when we were both in our teens and her passing was devastating. And her name was also JoAnn Harris. I called her chippy. What wonders would we have shared these past 25 years!
It took me so long to learn this... Through a lot of pain and tears and heartache brought on by my own thoughts, I have come to realize that being perfect is not the ultimate goal in life. Embracing the things that make me human, that make me relatable to others, my flaws, has given me more joy and understanding than "perfection" ever could.