Human

We are all human and yet often we hold ourselves to a standard of perfection that is unattainable. Then we torment ourselves for not living up to this impossible standard we set.

There are hundreds of books written about this subject because it is that powerful of a force in our lives. Those books don’t have all the answers, nobody does. We are all the same and yet completely unique and therefore what works perfectly for you may not work at all for me. Here we are, all trying to find our way together yet separately.

For me, the journey into accepting that I am perfectly imperfect feels as though it will never end. Just when I get to the spot in the road that seems like a good place to rest it becomes time to start on the next part of the adventure.

Recently I have been reading a lot about being vulnerable. About how true strength is in letting others see you for all of who you are. The strength, but also the moments when you cannot carry it all. On my desk sits a little booklet of quotes that I gave my grandma many years ago. I keep it flipped to the quote that says “Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength”. Thank you Francis de Sales for putting those words into the universe. Thank you Frances Steele Faulk for keeping the gift your granddaughter gave you so long ago. In the moments when I wish my grandma was here to share her wisdom I can look at that quote and know that she is right here.

Life has handed me some pretty bad moments. Those moments have shaped who I am. Sometimes the darker moments sneak out and grab me. I am finally accepting that will happen and it is okay. What is important is what I do with them. Letting them win is not an option for me. Beating myself up for letting them sneak up is no longer an option. My only true option is to acknowledge them, discover why they appeared, and then to choose to love myself and others more as a result of them.

We don’t know why terrible things happen in our lives. I have no answers that make sense of that at all. What I know, what I take away, what I choose to carry in place of emotional baggage is love and the strength to love when it might hurt, to love others and myself fully, and to stop trying to be perfect. I look at the people I love who struggle with this and know that it is together that we can get grow in our struggle and accept our imperfectly perfect selves.

Much love!

 

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