A Story of Imperfection

Do you ever feel like your life is one big comedy (or other genre if you prefer) and you are the star—only nobody told you that you were the star of this “film”? I choose comedy for myself because about 98% of the time I feel like I’m just one walking calamity. I come into work each day and I see all these people around me—they are dressed well, seem put together and organized. A small part of me wonders if they are aliens or if I must be the alien to be so far removed from this world of perfection.

Okay, so I realize that most everybody around me has their own set of issues and nobody is perfect, but since I’m not privy to all their flaws, my mind will weave its own story so back to it…

This past Monday, it was a beautiful Monday (note the sarcasm) as usual. My husband made me a delicious sandwich and coffee for the drive to work so despite the fact that it was Monday, I was in a fairly good mood. Well that lasted about all of five minutes into my drive. Before long, I had spilled coffee all over my dress because the coffee thermos I own is old and coffee pours out of many different places. No matter, because I had a bottle of water and what better to dilute coffee stains than water? So yes, I poured water all over my dress, rolled the window down and let the humid air do its magic. Are you getting a good visual yet? Imagine big, windy brown hair and a damp dress and that should do the trick.

The scary thing is that this is a completely normal day in my life. There is no grace or perfection. I am the material of movies like Bridget Jones Diary or I Feel Pretty. And while I could groan (which I do sometimes), I don’t dwell on it too long because where would that get me? Instead, I laugh, shake my head and take a deep breath. After all, how boring would our world be if it weren’t for the occasional good laugh?

Happy writing this week.