Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Perfection Isn't Real...

Perfection.

Being perfect.

Why on earth is this crazy idea constantly shoved in our faces? You constantly hear about people and their perfect lives, perfect marriages, perfect homes, perfect whatever. It can leave even the most confident and successful perfect feeling incompetent.

And it's not even real.


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Nobody has a perfect life. Nobody is perfect. It's not possible. The idea of perfection itself is unattainable. My grandmother used to tell me that the only perfect people are those who were too good to make it into this world. This is so true, for what makes up human, is in fact our imperfections.


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Whether it been in magazines, so called reality shows, peoples Facebook pages, twitter, instagram or blogs, you can be forgiven for thinking that some peoples lives are 'perfect' or that they are the 'perfect' mum, wife, daughter or friend.

What you see in these mediums isn't the whole story. It's not all of the story, with the good and the bad. It's more of a highlights package, like what you see for a movie that shows all the best bits so you want to know and see more.

There is no perfect mum. There is no perfect dad. There is no perfect wife. There is no perfect husband. There is just people doing the best they can.


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Some people do certain things better than others. That's just life. Some people can juggle a million things and still look fantastic in the process. Some people can cook the most amazing meals and keep the most beautiful house without so much as breaking a sweat. Some people are amazing at sewing, crafting, creating and inspiring. This is all okay. Not one of them is better than the other.

We need to get past this insanity that is the ideal of perfection. It is something that none of us can ever live up to. All it will do is knock us out trying.

Why not just play up what we are good at. And be proud.

You were made the way you are for a reason. Not to try and squeeze yourself into a mould that will never quite fit right.

On days when I let the perfection idea creep into my mind and feel crazy trying to keep up, I remind myself of what really matters.

It's not whether the house is perfectly dusted and the furniture polished.
It's not whether I have cooked a gourmet, unique meal that we haven't tried before.
It's not whether I have color co-ordinated all of our closets.
It's not whether I have done the most stimulating after school activity with the kids.
It's not whether my outfit was perfectly co-ordinated and completed with flawless hair and make-up.
It's not whether I have ticked off everything on my to do list.
It's not whether I threw the best party for my kids birthdays.


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What matters is I love my kids, I love my husband and I try my best. Some days I high five myself at the end of the day and think man I rocked it today. Other days I crawl into bed and pray that tomorrow will be better.

My life may not be perfect, but it is pretty darn awesome. And I am grateful for every single thing in it, whether it be good or bad. It's made me who I am today. And my husband and kids adore me.

Sounds better than perfect to me any day.