Perfectly Imperfect

They say the first step to solving a problem is admitting that you have one, but who wants to admit that they have a problem. Who wants to admit that they’re an alcoholic? Who wants to admit that they’re a sex addict? Who wants to admit that something they do a regular basis, consciously, and likely without regret, is wrong? No one and understandably so. However, it begs the question, how is one to solve a problem they’re unwilling to admit they have or may not even know they have. Addictions and problems don’t cure themselves by accident; they’re fixed with a conscious effort to resolve the problem.

Sometimes it takes being called out by family and friends before you realize that you have a problem. Sometimes it takes a failed relationship or losing your job to prompt the self-evaluation needed to make that change. Whatever that impetus is, it needs to happen before change can happen.

I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and contrary to popular belief I’ve known it for quite some time. I do however, strive for perfection every day. Knowing that I’ll never attain the lofty feat doesn’t deter me from reaching towards it. Realizing imperfection and trying to correct it is part of life’s journey of trying to be better than we started. Self-evaluation is sometimes the best evaluation. If you want to improve the image people have of you, you must first look at the image you’re putting out and be willing to make changes, if necessary.

None of us are perfect and we never will be. We need to be comfortable knowing that, because no matter what we do, no matter how hard we try we’ll still be imperfect. It’s not difficult finding someone to love us for our good qualities; your hair, your nails, your smile, your intelligence. The key is finding someone who loves you for all of your good attributes and who can live with your imperfections. Nicotine, alcohol and drug addictions are bad. Love handles, foot odor and obsessive compulsive disorder, while not desirable, aren’t necessarily deal breakers. Love handles aren’t all that bad, if they were they’d have an uglier name, like fat clamps, plus some people don’t mind a little extra around the mid section. At any rate, they can be fixed with a gym membership and a diet. Dr. Scholl’s and Gold Bond have great solutions for foot odor problems and a little OCD ain’t never hurt anybody. Lol.

The moral of the story is worry about the things you can control and leave the rest to God. Changing some things you don’t like about yourself is fine and dandy but do them because you want to; not because someone else wants you to. Learn to be perfectly comfortable with your imperfections. Stay up, stay blessed