Ever since I was a child I’ve had a little problem with perfectionism. I was that kid that would spend days or weeks on a school project when my sister could spend a couple of hours and get almost the same grade. Everything had to be just perfect or it wasn’t good enough. But I always felt like no matter how hard I worked I could never keep up.
Through the years, I was intimidated by people that seemed to have it all together. They were physically put together, had a fairy tale love life, and seemed to be succeeding in every area of their lives. And I, well, wasn’t. I would rather sleep in then spend an hour applying makeup. I couldn’t find a job, much less a career, that made me happy. And for years my love life was non-existent.
What I saw…
- Social media photos and posts told from the best lighting and angle.
- The put together images that people presented in public, both physically and what they choose to share about their lives.
But when you’re struggling, even if you can’t see below the surface, you are still seeing that they are engaged, went on a vacation, have a job that pays more, or have a beautiful child, when everything seems to suck for you. Even if what you are not seeing is that their fiance is abusive, they went into debt for that vacation, they hate their job, or they haven’t slept in a month because the baby isn’t sleeping.
Nobody is perfect, nobody’s life is perfect. Newsflash, right? The more you strive for things to be exactly the way you want them, the more dissatisfied you are going to be. And the more you will screw up, I’ve found. In the last few years I’ve tired of perfect (although I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t ever visit). I want to embrace my quirky self and the messy parts of my life.
Because I’m a little quirky…
- I have a very loud, expressive laugh that has been called annoying and/or embarrassing by some people.
- I love to research anything and everything. The internet and library are my best friends. I am a planner extraordinaire.
- I have a very active brain which keeps me up at night. I have been know to ruin surprises with the lethal combo of that brain and those researching skills (sorry babe!).
- I sometimes will burst out in a song, jig, or make bizarre comments at random and potentially awkward times.
- Sometimes I also hug giant tubs of ice cream.
And my life is messy. I sometimes burn dinner, don’t fold my laundry, get into arguments with my husband over the dishwasher, and at 30 I am still discovering what I want to do when I grow up. And I’m learning to be okay with that.
Let’s finally be okay with being imperfect women.
So, what is a quirk or part of your mess that you need to start embracing?