Imperfect

Two days ago I was straightening my hair and this word hit me in the face. I was thinking about how I didn't need my hair to be perfect but I wanted it straight to at least feel a little more put together. And it was this sudden moment of clarity that I decided my word for 2020 is: imperfect.

I couldn't decide if this year my word should be imperfect or imperfection but either way, the idea is the same.

I am imperfect.

So often I think I need to be perfect. Have perfect hair. Be the perfect mom. Make only perfect tasting dinners. Be the perfect weight. Be the perfect wife. Have perfect parties. Appear perfect. But again I say, I am imperfect. 

Google defines imperfect as: 
adjective

1. not perfect; faulty or incomplete.

"Incomplete". The lives we are living right now are incomplete so they don't need to be perfect since that implies completion! 

So in 2020, I am going to try my hardest to let my hair fall as it may and not worry about the flyaway baby hairs. To try a new dinner and NOT GET DOWN ON MYSELF WHEN IT ISN'T 100% RIGHT. Focus on health goals instead of weight goals. And let more people know that I am not perfect by making that part of me more visible. And know that the way to being the perfect mom is to love my children (and make sure they know that) and support them. My children and my husband love me for the real me. The mom and wife who is present. One who takes an interest in their interests. And one who sets a good example of how to be completely one's self. Which also means showing them that I am imperfect and that's okay as long as I stay try to myself.