sometimes i don't make the bed. or do the dishes right after dinner. i get lazy and reschedule my trips to the gym. i eat too much chocolate and stay up too late. days go by when i refuse to fold the laundry. i spend time on facebook & other entertaining websites at work. i'm terrible at returning phone calls.
lo and behold...i'm not perfect. it's silly to think how much time i spent trying to be. but i love who i am today. sure, i have a lot to improve & i have many quirks. but since i've learned to embrace myself & make the changes i think will benefit me, i've found happiness. true, unrefined happiness. and really, how is that not 100 times better than perfection?
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