No Longer Paralyzed by Imperfection

This blog post is inspired by a blog I love to read, Britt's Beat. I thought the whole premise was such a wonderful one.

Sometimes I read people's blogs and think to myself, "holy crap! They really have their stuff together!." Maybe some bloggers only like to share the good. . . or maybe their lives are REALLY that perfect. Mine? Mine isn't at all. I have my faults.

I don't cook. It's not that I can't, it's that I don't want to. I'm lazy. I think it's boring.

Actually, I'd eat ramen noodles every night if I could. And my poor husband? I cook for him about once or twice a month? I wonder if he is regretting his choice in a wife?

I like to shop when I'm sad. Or bored. All the way to the mall, I'm telling myself that I should be saving money, but I go anyway.

I hate American football. I think it's boring. I simply don't get people's obsession. My Dad was even a football coach when I was growing up.

I can be jealous sometimes.

I get angry on a daily basis by a co-worker's grammar. It's the worst grammar I've ever heard, and some days I am close to yelling at her.

I'm overwhelmed by domestic responsibilities.

I eat so much junkfood, it's ridiculous. Fruit and veggies? What's that?!?

I'm slightly OCD.

I am a chronic worrier. It's a little obsessive how much I worry about things.

I don't enjoy church, and rarely go. I love to pray and meditate though. . . but in my own space.

I have a TV in my bedroom, and I watch too much of it.

I don't get crafts. I mean, I see people make these crochet thingies and lacy things, and I think, where will they put that stuff? I don't want it in my house.

I couldn't name many new artists at all. I listen to mostly the 60's. . . and am perfectly okay with that.

I like to self-clean on Sundays. Gross, I know!

Sometimes I judge people before I get to know them. I write them off before I even know who they are.

Have I scared you all away, or offended you all yet?

This is me. Little, imperfect me. I try to share all sides of my life with people through this blog. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

So, I wanted to copy Britt's post because like she mentioned on her blog post, "I can't be the only one who feels called to write a post like this but still fears condemnation because of it."

I am not perfect. I am so far from it. But what I am is honest. I am confident enough in myself to be able to openly show my imperfections to you. I love this community. I trust this community. I hope we are all bound by some common thing that you won't disown me because you don't agree with something that is part of who I am.

I am also a work in progress. Every day I'm striving towards living a more authentic life. But most days, I'm just too tired to work on myself. Most days, I think it's easier to turn on the television and tune the world out.