I realized something this morning.
Perfection...it is just so overrated.
I will never have my shit together. Even with the best laid-out plans, all the to-do lists written out, and procrastination put to the side - I will never be perfect.
If you were to have walked through my home this morning, this is what you'd see:
There are old school projects, returned homework, sweatshirts from last week thrown about my dining room table. The stove is less-than-sparkling and last night's dinner dishes are washed but won't be put away until this weekend probably. My living room is a disaster of blankets on the couch from this weekend past. I didn't get a chance to collect the breakfast dishes from the living room table this morning because, well...I forgot. My bathrooms need a good cleaning. Hell, my whole house does.
My laptop sits on my never-used desk because it has books and college assignments to do on it. There are two bags of family-size Doritos at the front door for the kids' after-school Thanksgiving feast because I forgot to sign up for something to bring and that was what the hubby picked up at the store last night.
My home is less than perfect. It is not decorated like the beautiful pins on Pinterest. I still have the birthday decorations up on the stairs from Miah's 11th birthday morning from October! Oh, and those Valentine jelly things you see? They are still on the mirror heading up to our rooms and, hopefully, will be taken down before the Christmas tree goes up.
Definitely, positively, matter-of-factly NOT PERFECT.
And, well...I'm really okay with that.
I am satisfied.
I am put together in the best possible way and, really, no one cares what my home looks like. The people who live there are happy. They are loved. They are taken care of - so it's all good in my book.
My life is busy, chaotic at times, stressful, and so full. But, it's my life. My life that is so far from perfection but keeps me satisfied in knowing I am doing the best for me...for them.
So my house is a mess? Yeah. It happens.
I'm not home enough because I'm at work all day and then school at night...and that is perfectly fine with me. I am one part of a team. A team that consists of my hubby and me. We're doing really really alright:)
It won't always be like this. I know that. Everything is temporary. So while perfection is overrated... living my life the way it happens definitely is not.
A few years ago, my life was 100% different than it is now. So, I take every day with that little grain of salt and lots of coffee, reminding myself that I don't need to be perfect to be happy. I just need to remember that this life is to be lived.
This life is a gift.
This life is exactly the way it's supposed to be.
Maybe one day, years from now, I will look back at these times in my life and pat myself on the back. "You did a great job, Nay. You weren't perfect and no one noticed. Look how far you've come. It really was temporary after all."
Perfection, I tell you...it is just not something I'm ready to strive for.
That, my loveys, is satisfaction.