Welcome to my little piece of crazy in a mostly sane mind.
I’d like to introduce myself. I am Rebecca, and I am an imperfect perfectionist.
Aren’t we all?
As a woman, I feel this is especially true for the females of our species. Every little aspect of my body has come under very close scrutiny over the years. My left eye is slightly more droopy than my right, my lips are too narrow, my stomach is too soft, my hair is too fine, and I am definitely too tall and too heavy.
This is just the tip of the iceberg, people. I don’t run fast enough or far enough when I run, I don’t spend enough time with my children, my house is never clean enough, and I should be doing a better job at work.
I am exhausted!
The tiring part is keeping up with me. These are my own criticisms based on my own expectations.
My husband and my children think I am gorgeous. I’ve run several half marathons, a couple full marathons, and tons of 5ks. My children are happy and well adjusted (with at least one night of the week completely dedicated to their happiness). The house is within an hour or two of being spotless at almost all times, and my students enjoy my classes and learn at the same time.
Yes, there is room for improvement…. a lot of it. But, really, who am I trying to impress? The people who matter the most already love me the way I am.
I am imperfectly perfect, and so are you.