Spend any length of time on social media and you’ll begin to develop an inferiority complex. From the bluest ocean waters to the most organized kitchen cabinets and furniture that has nary a dog hair in sight—it is as unbelievable as it is unhealthy to want to attain such levels of perfection.
And yet, many of us try anyway.
The other day, someone said that Bryan and I are perfect together. I found this statement to be utterly hilarious. While I do believe we complement each other in many ways, “perfect” is a word I am fundamentally allergic to.
Also, let’s be real—we have our own share of problems and dirty laundry.
In times of major/minor upheaval, it’s important to reflect on the reasons you have chosen each other to navigate life’s obstacle course. The other day, Bryan closed the blinds when he left for work to make sure the rays of the sun didn’t hurt Buster’s retinas during the eclipse. And yesterday, he left work early in case he needed to carry the pup to the car after surgery (wasn’t necessary after all and Buster is recovering nicely after ear surgery, thank Buddha).
Many of my moments revolve around Buster, I just realized.
“Oh, my god… do you know that 40-day honeymoons are trending right now?” I glanced up from my computer and met Bryan’s eyes. “We’d kill each other,” we both said in unison and laughed. Sometimes we have late-night chats about race, religion, politics. And we sing together—loudly and obnoxiously—to Nirvana’s Unplugged album.
My life isn’t filled with perfect snapshots frozen in time and I’m thankful for that. Because I’ve learned how to poke fun of myself, share embarrassing stories to all who will listen, and laugh at the absurdity of life’s curveballs.
But mostly I recognize that all of the perfectly imperfect moments?
They are a gift.
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Good luck, my sweet ones!