Manage Monday: Gathering the (Im)perfect

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If I had one wish, I’d like to be perfect. Recently, I found myself trying to manage my inner thoughts of who I am and who I want to be.

My imperfections list is so long that I tire just thinking about them. The only consolation I feel about it at the end of the day is that I have hope to become better, become wiser, learn something new, change my attitude, and simply live.  I don’t want to merrily exist, I want to live up to my full potential. Never-mind, the fact that I am still discovering who I really am. Ideally, there were many goals that I wanted to accomplish before my children were born. There are so many places I wanted to go and so many things I wanted to do, but time was fleeting and I wanted to see how my offspring would look, so I put those desires aside and now I live for them.

On occasions, I still close my eyes and dream. I still surrender my thoughts for a couple of moments to envision myself, all grown-up, successful, a master of my craft. But in reality, I am only a dreamer. A mother with a heart, a supportive wife, and a listening friend. Today, I realize that I have to manage my imperfections and move on (let go and let God). Today, I must speak joy to life, possibilities to my future, acceptance of what already is, and providence to my plans.

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  • Gina

    Hi, this is Brandon’s mom. Loving your blog and especially like this one and the Praying Wife. I understand your dreams and I say to you BE TRUE TO YOU TOO! I served lovingly in the roles you stated and a few more and still have things I want to do. So your blog is a great expression of that — a great step…just keep on stepping, for the days, months and years will pass by so fast that you will sigh. Love and Blessings to YOU!

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