It’s Not Perfect and I Love It
One of the excuses I made waaaaay back at the beginning of my challenge as to why I shouldn’t learn about style was I didn’t want to turn into someone totally preoccupied with my looks.* I didn’t want to put in the energy of trying to look perfect. I feared that by learning about style, I would start worrying about hair, makeup, and clothing all the time. Is my hair the right color? Did I get my eye-liner on right? Are these pants out of season? Exhausting. And a bit too perfect for my taste.
Today I looked down at my hands and laughed. I managed to paint my nails a few days ago. I must admit, I’ve come to enjoy adding a touch of personality by painting my nails (that’s a new one for me). But real life gets in the way and my nails end up smudged and chipped and crazy. Talk about being not-perfect.
Now that I think about it, I realize I had nothing to worry about. I didn’t stand a chance of getting in with the perfect crowd.
Thank goodness! Because it’s being not-perfect that I’m learning to love. It’s real. It’s messy. It’s honest and open and forgiving and generous and silly and chipped and smudged. Not only is it right, I’m realizing it’s true style.
*By the way, I’ve since learned that having a sense of style and a preoccupation with looks have nothing to do with each other!