imperfect
I’m late in joining Brene Brown’s weeklong “Perfect Protest” http://www.ordinarycourage.com/my-blog/2010/9/26/the-perfect-protest.html but it’s something I need to do. For someone who spent too many years putting up with emotional abuse, I’m well aware of how imperfect I am. But I’m ready to embrace it. I’m ready to admit the many things that are “wrong” with me and say “who cares”. So here goes I walk heavy. Amazing how such a short person can make such noise. I haven’t washed my vehicle in over a year…possibly closer to two. I allow my children to eat in the living room. I sometimes forget about leftovers and produce in my fridge. I have weeds growing up around my mailbox. I often leave clothes laying around. Sometimes I’ll pull laundry out of the dryer and it will sit in the basket for a few days. I don’t brush my hair every day, and often just wash it and throw it up in mess on my head. I change my mind a lot. I wear my heart on my sleeve. I worry, a lot. My friends have many wonde...