I’M NOT PERFECT
God only knows that is true.
I say the wrong things, often.
I make the wrong choices, daily.
I overlook life’s important things sometimes and become bogged down in the shallow end.
I occasionally judge others with the harshness I view myself. And that is wrong.
I am most definitely not perfect.
I am not a perfect partner, daughter, colleague, friend, parent or lover.
Some days, it is all I can do to keep swimming, to stay afloat.
Other days I feel like I could take on the world and win.
But mostly, I lumber through the days blindly, hoping for the best.
I may not be perfect, my friends.
But you know what I definitely am?
I am myself.
I am genuine.
I am kind.
I am true.
I am human.
I am trying to be better.
And perfection may continue to elude me for evermore, but it really doesn’t matter.
In fact, perfection may well be a myth.
For I have never seen it.
So, don’t judge my imperfection please, unless you have reached that sacred place already.
Instead, why not join me here in the real world.
A world full of genuine, ‘normal’, amazing women – getting it wrong every day… and being wonderfully imperfect.