I have been reading quite a few blogs and posts from people lately that have been a bit upsetting. There is so much pressure and expectation these days to be "perfect", so much stigma put on having our lives and families in such an order that nothing falls out of place. Well I have come to grips with the fact that I'm not perfect and that's just fine with me.
Why do we put so much pressure on ourselves to be faultless? I think the biggest reason is that we spend too much time looking into the lives of others. We see facebook, pinterest, blogs and other social media on the internet and believe that what we see is the normal lives of people. Well I've got news for you honey....that's not the real world!
I am surely not saying that I was not that person who wanted perfection, the person who saw how clean and organized her friends house looked every time she went over, or how amazing so and so's kids were doing in school, how much in love the people at the grocery store appeared to be...and so on. I had to come to grips with the fact that not everything is how it seems. My life is not perfect, never has been and never will be. My kids don't listen half the time, my husband and I continue to work on our marriage and on a normal day my house looks like a tornado hit. But my life is mine and it makes me happy!
Go into any portrait studio and look at all the smiling happy faces in the pictures on the walls. Hell I got maternity pictures done with my family and they were amazing, looks like this happy perfect family.....4 months later it all almost fell apart. We have to stop judging ourselves and trying to be like everyone else and just try to be a better form of ourselves. It is my attempt to be better than I was yesterday. If that means that I was able to have my kitchen clean before I went to bed, well I was better today than I was yesterday.
Looking at my husband and children every day is my perfection, my feeling of the perfect life.
