Learning to Love Imperfections

People spend way too much of their time trying to act a certain way. Meet the approval of others. Hiding away their flaws and pretending they aren't there. I've done it hundreds of times in my short lifetime. I'm starting to realize what a huge waste of time it is though. And it's stressful. Scary. It's much easier to embrace your flaws and love them. Not much in this life is perfect. But I'm learning that's just fine, and that imperfection can actually be a very beautiful thing.



Today at work, I poured a cup of skim milk for an adorable, little boy I was working with for the day. I went to put the carton of milk back in the fridge. Carton of milk in one hand, cup of milk in the other. How to open the fridge? Well, of course I'm not going to set the cup down. I can totally handle opening the fridge with the hand that's holding the cup. No prob. I'm such a cocky girl sometimes. Of course I got what I deserved. The cup slipped out from my hand as I pulled the fridge door open. I went to try catching the cup. An even worse idea. I caused the milk to not just spill, but to fly in all directions. All over the floor. All over the fridge. All over the boy. All over myself. Gross. At first I wanted to get mad at myself. I really liked the shirt I was wearing. And I could feel skim milk in my shoe. But then I just had to laugh. So I did. Also, I'm still wearing my skim milk covered shirt. And I plan on wearing it out tonight. Heck yes!




Sidenote: Skim milk smells horrid.




I have TONS of flaws. So many it would make a perfectionist gag. I can work on perfecting some of my imperfections, but I've faced the fact that some of them will just remain imperfect. Some of my imperfections make me who I am. Honestly, I don't think I'd like myself as much without them. I have nothing to hide. Here are some of my imperfections:



-I without fail ALWAYS get distracted. From everything. A job that takes the average person 10 minutes to do will probably take me 30.




-I can't read directions. Realize I said can't. Not don't. Don't would mean I just choose not to. I try reading them and can't. I think I have a disease or something.




-On occasion, I can't dress myself. I wear things together that do not match at all.




-My things are cluttered and unorganized. Not dirty. Just cluttered.




-I can be very awkward.




-I say things without thinking first. This, I can work on.



The list goes on and on, but I'll stop now.




I encourage everyone to make a list of your imperfections. Then read it, and smile. Because some imperfections make a person who they are. So learn to love yourself for them. Because everyone else does. :)