Perfect?

Sometimes in life I think we try to hard to be perfect. 

I remember as a young girl, my brother's always called me "perfect." I am sure they weren't trying to be mean (after all they did love me, right?). I am sure they were just upset because I always did my homework, not that they didn't. I didn't get in trouble in school not that they did but maybe they didn't get as good grades as me (wink, wink)?

I don't know why they thought of me that way. I knew I wasn't perfect even though at a young age I wanted to be. I always thought one day I will marry the perfect man, we will have the perfect house, our children would be perfect, I would have the perfect career (of course, I was pop star material after all).

So, what is perfect? 

(according to the dictionary/world)

-having all the required elements or characteristics 

-absolute, complete

-make completely free from faults or defects

So, you ask...

Did I find the perfect man? 

I found the perfect man for me.

Do we have the perfect house? 

We have the house that was made for us.

Are our children perfect?

Of course they aren't but they are healthy.

Did I become the next female pop star?

Absolutely not! I can't sing a single note.

Lately, I have been finding myself thinking that if I could change certain things, I would be perfect.

If I had a new bigger house, life would be better.

If I could just have another baby, my family would be perfect.

I don't think there is any thing wrong with dreaming. I think you should always try to improve life. 

My problem has become this;

I find myself striving to have more, be more, do more and in the meantime I lose sight of what I do have. Everyone around me suffers because I feel like I am not "perfect." 

I need to realize that I will never be perfect by the worlds standards. I am, however, in the perfect spot. I am right where I need to be. I have the family I need. I have the friends I need. I have the home I need. 

Perfect? No way!

Perfect seems like it may be boring. Without mistakes, we wouldn't grow. Without imperfections, there would be nothing to change. If we never changed, we would always be the same. I am glad my brothers were wrong. I am glad I am not perfect. It makes my life interesting and worth living.

"I will hold myself to a standard of grace, not perfection"