The day is coming when you figure out I don’t have it all together.
That I can’t fix everything and I don’t know all the answers.
That I’m not perfect.
I used to dread that day; the day you’d see through the fearless front I paint on and realize that I’m no more magnificent than the other moms, and in fact, I have a lot of flaws.
But I was wrong (you’ll soon learn this is a recurring theme).
You’re going to realize that I’m not perfect, and that’s okay.
Actually, it’s great. I want you to see my humanity. How else will you learn that it’s okay to make mistakes, to not have it all figured out?
Because, you see, perfection is a myth. No, it’s worse than that. Perfection is a poison, and the only antidote is honesty.
Perfection steals your joy, your peace.
Perfection makes you look at your life and wonder why it isn’t stacking up to theirs.
Perfection keeps you stuck, constantly striving for more and better and missing the good that’s right in front of your face.
Perfection breaks spirits and keeps people at a distance.
Honesty breaks down walls, builds bridges and throws out lifelines.
Honesty reminds us how alike we really are.
Honesty throws off the weight of expectations and values authenticity over keeping up appearances.
I’ve spent too much of my life chasing something that doesn’t exist and measuring myself against an ideal that simply isn’t true.
I’m not perfect, baby. And neither are you.
But knowing that, admitting it, owning our truth and offering ourselves and others the grace that imperfection demands…that makes us free.
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