As sorry as I am to admit it, I've been trying to think of how the "The Disease Called Perfection" post applies to my life. Now, I'm not saying I'm perfect, because as Single Dad Laughing pointed out, we aren't perfect. I realize that I am not. I try to realize that no one else is either but that they give off a persona of being perfect.
The reason that I can't pinpoint how it applies to my life is because I don't want to admit it to myself.
I posted earlier "I'm Just Full of Contradictions," which begins to delve into the surface of my insecurities and imperfections. My life is hypocritical. My life is imperfect.
I don't have the perfect body.
I don't have a job that I love.
I don't have a perfect marriage.
I have bad habits.
I mold myself to those I'm around.
This all boils down to the fact that I'm insecure about who I am as a person. I fear rejection.
Whenever anyone asks, "How are you?" how do you react? Typically, most answer with something along the lines of "I'm good" and that is exactly how I always answer, even when I'm not "good."
The thing I learned most from Single Dad Laughing's post is I need to admit, not only to myself, but to others when things aren't perfect. We all need to stop putting up a front of perfection, but admit when things aren't going perfectly.
Right now, my life isn't perfect. It won't ever be perfect, but it can eventually get as close to perfect as I hope it will be. But, for right now, it's not. In hindsight, I think that's what all of my posts, unknowingly, have been trying to capture.
My life isn't close to perfect right now. There are lots of things I would change about how it's going, how I'm doing, and who I am. For right now, I need to admit to myself and accept that my life is far from perfect. Only then can it begin moving toward being as close to perfect as I hope it can be...