I’ve decided that having it all together is overrated. In fact, as part of my own personal stand against the thought, I’ve decided not to have it together… at all.
Mom, before we go any further, you should probably stop reading. Ok? Thanks.
If you’ve been following along on this blog you probably already know this, but this has been a crazy season for me. It has been full of so much fun, stretching, laughter, freaking out, late nights, early mornings, obsessing over random details, amazing friends… you get the gist.
That being said, in the midst of all this wonderful craziness, I’ve dropped the ball… actually like a lot of balls. I’ve forgotten a whole plethora of things (home school word of the day for the win!). Some important and some not so much.
Over the past few weeks I have…
Washed the same load of laundry 5 times. (they may NEVER lose the moldy smell now. Gross!)
Worn my pants inside out twice (thankfully I caught it both times before I left the house).
Gotten more parking tickets than I’d like to admit.
Misplaced my keys about 500 times.
Built the leaning tower of
Pisa clean laundry in my room.
Forgotten doctor’s appointments.
Responded to emails in my head (they’re wayyyy less effective this way).
Only posted sporadically on here.
Lost my train of thought mid-sentence like, a MILLION times.
and you know what?
Life has continued on. The world still turns. The sun still rises.
I’m imperfect. I’m flawed. I get things wrong.all.of.the.time. You know what? There have been no major catastrophes just because I can’t keep it all together.
This revelation sets me free every time. Now, in case you think I somehow thought I had it together before the last few weeks, I’m here to tell that’s simply not true. I’ve always been rather imperfect. It’s just that these past few weeks have provided the opportunity to be confronted daily with my flaws. I’m not going to lie. It’s been rough. But there’s been a blessing in the chaos. I’ve discovered again the wonders of grace. Being faced daily with your imperfections does that. You have the opportunity to succumb to the sheer guilt of failing (trust me. been there. done that.) or you can remember you were never meant to be perfect anyways.
You’re real. You’re human. I like you better that way anyways.
Perhaps we could just take a moment and instead of mentally beating ourselves up for all the times we “miss” it, we could take a deep breath and be kind to ourselves. What would you tell a friend in the same situation? Tell yourself that.
Let’s be perfectly imperfect together.
Ok. I’ve got to go wash a load of laundry for the sixth time now.
p.s. You can start reading again Mom. I LOVE YOU!