I’m going to borrow from Brittany and tell you a few things about myself that make me not so perfect:
-I struggle with food on a daily basis. I cave in to my cravings too often.
-Sometimes I question going into news, and studying journalism. The economy has taken its toll and I’m starting to get jaded.
-Sometimes I’ll leave a load of laundry in the washer, or the dryer, and completely forget about it.
-I’ve been gaining and losing the same 10 lbs. for a couple years now. And beyond that 10 lbs. I still need to lose 30 more.
-I hate cleaning the bathroom, mopping, and doing yardwork. Luckily my husband does all three.
-I still have moderate acne breakouts and get very self-conscious about it. I never leave the house without at least a couple items of makeup on my face.
-Sometimes, I have a hard time letting loose, letting go, and just having fun.
-Sometimes, I feel very burdened by the fact that I have so many financial obligations. The house, the car, the bills… Sometimes I wish that I could quit my job, leave everything behind and go on a cross-country road trip with the dog and the husband, not a care in the world.
-I don’t think I’ll ever be a domestic diva. My husband is a fantastic chef. So why should I even bother?
-Sometimes I would like more credit for the things I help create or make happen. I let others take the glory too often.
-You can often count the tumbleweeds of Mango’s fur as they move about my house.
-I don’t have a huge circle of close friends. Most of my few best friends live in other states. But I think I’m finally beginning to accept that I’m just not the type to have a gaggle of gals with me wherever I go.
-I hate talking on the phone, especially to strangers. I prefer e-mail.
-I judge people. I get jealous. I covet clothes, shoes, handbags, home furnishings, and other women’s metabolisms, athleticism, and physical fitness.
-I’m not sure that I’ll ever get the urge to be a mother, and that’s kind of scary. Because having kids is what society expects.
So, there you go. None of us are perfect. I know that the blog world, for women, is about sharing ideas, getting inspiration from others, but it can’t be perfect all the time, can it?