First off, welcome to my very first blog post. This is exciting! I have always wanted to make a blog, but not only make a blog, but continually post to it. I live in Minnesota, I am 18 and just as lost in life as everyone else. I’ll be moving to small-town River Falls, Wisconsin come September 3rd. Taking classes at the University of Wisconsin- River Falls has been my own little dream for years. I am thrilled to become an Elementary Education teacher! Otherwise, I graduated from Hastings High School this past Spring. HHS was never my favorite place, so I attended Inver Hills Community College as a part-time PSEO student. More on that another time.
This summer has been crazy, to say the least. I will spare the details. However, despite the mountainous highs and valley-deep lows I am happy today. I spend a lot of my time reading sappy summer love stories and exercising, and I never fail to make time to watch the sunset. Spending time with my family is incredibly important to me. As a kid, I could not wait to move out, far away from my parents. Now my mom is my best friend. Growing up is funny like that. You become polar opposite of who you used to be.
There is this little little book I once found at a garage sale. It is called “The Art of Imperfection; Simple Ways to Make Peace with Yourself.” by Veronique Vienne. This book smelled of dew and smoke when I bought it for 25 cents. I wanted it. Over the years I have found myself slipping this little treasure off my bookcase and giving it a read. Sometimes we all need to be reminded that we do not need to be perfect. We all mess up, we all are struggling with something- something with our physical appearance, not having the “right” life, “right” friends. Everyone forgets their appointment, spills their $5 coffee, forgets to return their library books, or can’t seem to find their homework. We are all human. (!!) These things all happen. And they are perfectly normal. In moments of high stress, my stomach burns with anger. My hands hit whatever is closest to me. My eyes flow with tears. This usually happens when I am driving to the appointment that I am defiantly late for. It happens when my jeans just don’t look right that day. It happens when I have just too much on my plate.
“Find solace in your shortcomings and celebrate your most embarrassing lapses. No, you don’t have to be perfect to be a successful human being. In fact, most often than not, the desire to be right interferes with things getting better, and the need to be in control increases disorder and chaos.
Forgive yourself. Soon, you will discover that self-acceptance and tolerance do not have to be hard work. Accept your flaws with the same grace and humility as your best qualities. We are loved for who we are, imperfections and all.”
Take these words, modify them, change them. Make them work for YOU. Sometimes, we all need someone else’s words to help make sense of our lives. Peace out for now, thank you so much.