Not Perfect
ByI only have a few minutes before I start the craziness of this day but I just wanted to stop in and let you all know that I am NOT PERFECT.
I’m so far from perfect that it’s hysterical and yet, sometimes, after I write a post to all of you, I think “gosh, I sound so…’on’ all of the time.”
The truth is, I’m not always positive, I’m sometimes grouchy, I always procrastinate, I sleep too much, I eat too much, I don’t eat my veggies, I sometimes go to bed angry, Brian and I do argue, he sometimes IS right (shhhhh….), I don’t hug my kids enough and I’m terrible with money.
Remember on Friday when I was like “hey, this weekend I’m going to show you a handmade project that ANYONE can do?“ Well, guess what? I did it on Saturday and SCREWED IT UP. No lie. So…there’s that, too. (don’t worry, it’s still coming to you, just with better instructions than what I received.)
*phew* I feel better.
Also? I never say “phew.”
The thing is…I KNOW that you guys don’t care. My husband doesn’t care, my kids don’t care, my friends don’t care…so why do I?
I don’t know…but I’m working on it.
s.l.o.w.l.y …
I’ll begin working on it as soon as I finish this bowl of cocoa puffs as I sit on the couch with laundry just SITTING in my dryer.
Then I’m off to my son’s school because he forgot his lunchbox in the car. {he’s not perfect either!}
I think that if we all had the courage to admit what you just did, maybe we’d also all find it in ourselves to not care when we’re less than perfect. I love you so much for who you are, including all those things you just listed, yet I find it so much harder to accept and love myself for my own flaws. I must work on this, too. Right after I stop pouting about you having Cocoa Puffs for breakfast when all I had was a healthy, boring egg.
Perfect is just a word. I think God is perfect but that’s a hard standard to live up to.
Nice to hear that! It’s easy to seem “on all the time” when you actually only need to do that for the duration of a blog post…and then it’s back to reality.
You might not be perfect, but you’re awfully real. Just like the rest of us – thank you! That’s why we love you lady!
(and your husband is right sometimes too? Man I hate that…
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I love reading your blog because you’re not perfect, you are real! Have a wonderful day!
Perfection is overrated. If there is a perfect person out there, they are lying.
Plus, what fun would life be if we were all perfect. Pretty boring I think.
i totally agree with erin….why do i love you [so very much] for exactly who you are, but find it harder to embrace me own imperfections? and your honesty, especially about perceived imperfections is exactly why i kept reading your blog.
Don’t worry. I’m TOTALLY not perfect. AT ALL. Ever.
wow, how can you top erin’s comment, she said it perfectly.
we are who we are, and we love you just the way you are.
perfect is boring…
xoxo
i suddenly want cereal now.
Perfect? Let me tell you about perfect.
I’m in my pajamas while my son takes apart my desk and I’m surrounded by SIX loads of laundry that I need to fold and put away.
Love ya.
i sometimes think that if we would all just admit our imperfections a bit more … all of us would just feel better about NOT being perfect.
for example … i should post a picture of what my basement looks like currently. or the fact that i have all the material to make my baby’s quilt (but not sure i have the time to get to it). or the fact that i didn’t want to go in for the 3 hour glucose test because honestly … i don’t want to give up oreos and milk.
perfection is overrated.
Thank goodness. It would be hard if I were the only not perfect one here.
I think we all know no one is perfect. Those of us who blog just have the luxury of putting the “edited” and “stylized” versions of ourselves out there.
I have adored your imperfect self ever since you posted the photo of the desk you had hopelessly jammed in your basement stairway.
Ok. So I know you aren’t perfect because no one is perfect. But do you think it’s possible that you are perfect enough for YOU? For Me? As a friend?
Because, Beth, I know you. And I love you well. And I think you are perfect inside and out.
And my kind of perfection is Sarah’s love of wabi sabi and Erin’s bum thumb and all the IMperfections that make up a perfect you.
Love,
Steph
Eh, who wants perfect anyways? What would we ever bitch about for entertainment? We need imperfections to make fun of ourselves. If everything and everyone were perfect there would be no such thing as laughter. What would we laugh at?
oh beth, you’re amazing. if you were the perfect housekeeper, the perfect wife, or the perfect mom, no one would *want* to be friends with you. sometimes, the only thing that gets me through the day is knowing that others out there have clothes sitting in the dryer, dishes sitting in the sink, and arguments with their husbands.
but you’re still kind of perfect.
just sayin’
If it’s any consolation, I know you’re not perfect. And that’s why I love you.
You may not be perfect (and I’m not either) but I still you’re pretty darn awesome!
Just saying.
: )
Nobody is perfect, but it take courage to admit it. I am definitely not perfect, no way, and I will be the first to tell you. If we were all perfect, I think the world would be a pretty boring place to be!.
I am so not perfect either and probably never will be! With a newborn, a 4 yo, and a 3 yo I am far from perfect at the moment! Dont feel bad we all have our flaws!
Perfect? Who wants perfect? Honestly…those who seem like they have it all together all the time scare me a bit. That, and they intimidate me (although I’m trying to work on that!). I love reading your blog because you appear real. Real, and relatable.
Wow, it’s almost kind of freaky, but you literally took the words right out of my mouth. I’ve been thinking about posting my thoughts which basically are along the same line as yours. I haven’t posted about this mainly because I don’t have that gift of writing like you do and because I tend to over analyze things…. Thank you for voicing what I’ve been contemplating for weeks.
I could have written that post, exactly word for word.
Being real and honest is better than perfect…we will never be perfect.
sandy toe
I’m so glad you’re not perfect because then I’d have to think we got our baby switched with somebody elses baby when you were born.
But also, now that I think about it, you couldn’t be perfect if you thought you were perfect and didn’t admit a few human shortcomings so maybe you’re perfect after all.
Now I’m just confused but I do like your post…and you.
Perfect is boring. You are way to interesting for that.
I’m not perfect either. Phew – I’m glad that’s out in the open now.
P.S. I don’t say “phew” in real life either. It’s funny how some things just sound better on paper…or the computer screen…or whatever. You know what I mean, right?
No one’s perfect! We probably could have lists all of us, about the same kind of stuff. I think the important thing is that we recognize it and always try to be better. I think that’s what matters
The fact that admit to the Internet that you aren’t perfect makes you purt near darn perfect to me! =)
I love when people are “real” on their blogs! It’s refreshing!
Thank God we’re not perfect. Can you imagine the pressure? Oh Lord, I could not handle it! Imperfect is SO the way to go!
Perfect is hard. And annoying. Who wants to be hard and annoying? No one, that’s who. You are awesome!