Perfection in blogland is everywhere.
Everywhere you look.
With every click of the mouse.
Overwhelming and so seemingly insurmountable.
And it makes you doubt your heart and wonder.
And wonder why were there pumpkins in your nativity scene?
My brother create this imperfect piece of perfection.
This worn, rusted, piece of iron and wood tells a story.
And it’s story is beautiful.
I want imperfect perfection to be my story.
I want it to be my voice.
So today, I want to celebrate my imperfections. I want to celebrate who I am. And be happy in my heart with my imperfect self….
….and then figure out a way to incorporate those Christmas decorations into my Fourth of July celebration
Do you have any imperfections you want to celebrate?