Life is deceiving.
From far away, things can look perfect. Perfect smiles, perfectly posed pictures, perfect stories of perfect vacations.
But most of the time, behind that image of perfection, there are flaws that people don't want us to see.
Imperfections that appear if you look closely enough.
Our instinct is to hide them, to be ashamed of them.
But in reality, our imperfections are what make life interesting. They are what connect us as humans.
Let's start posting the pictures before the pictures. You know, the ones where the kids are screaming, or we weren't quite ready, or our eyes were closed.
How about telling the story about the time when everything went wrong on our vacation?
Why not allow ourselves to be real?
My life is full of imperfections.
The ice maker in my fridge is broken. I refuse to invest in a new fridge yet. So I buy bags of ice at the gas station and fill the bucket in the freezer so it still comes out when you push the button.
There's a burn mark in the carpet in my family room where a hot log fell out of the fireplace a couple years ago. I put a rug over it so no can see it.
Last Friday, I worked an entire day with my shirt on backwards. I facilitated six video calls without even noticing!
Yesterday, I ran all my errands with a big black mark on my elbow. No idea where it came from and I didn't notice it until I was getting ready to go out last night.
That picture of the boys and me in front of the cruise ship where we are all smiling and ready to embark?
We had just gotten to the port after getting in an accident in our Uber and it was hot and we were all cranky. But I wanted one damn picture before we got on the ship, so I made them take it with me. At least they smiled.
And let's not forget about the time that I once wore two different boots to work. If you've been reading my blog since the beginning, you probably know that story.
There are countless other examples I could share.
I used to hate to talk about my imperfections. I thought that if I admitted to them people would think I was weak, that I didn't have a handle on my life.
In reality, that's not what most people think at all.
They actually breathe a sigh of relief because our imperfections make them feel better about theirs! Go figure...
So now, with every perfect picture I see or perfect story I hear, I wonder what's going on behind the scenes.
I want to see and hear about the stuff that isn't so perfect.
Let's swap stories about the ridiculousness of life.
Let's laugh until we cry and our cheeks hurt.
Maybe I'll wear my shirt backwards on purpose.
And show you the bad pictures instead of the beautiful ones.
How about we all embrace this perfectly imperfect life?
It's so much more fun when we do!
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