So it’s November, a month of beauty where I live. My favorite in fact. When trees turn into creatures of wild color as leaves shimmer and fall. We kick our way through piles of leaves all representing a different earthy color, and my heart delights in the beauty. If you look closely, you realize each leaf is full of flaws. Yet its beauty still radiates. And together they make a beauty that has marked this time of year with significant visuals. It’s known for it.
So if the most beautiful things in life are full of flaws, why is it so hard to start this blog and just put myself out there?
Why are beginnings and the fear of flaws so paralyzing?
If perfection is boring and beauty is flawed, then I shouldn’t be afraid to just say flaws steam ahead.
A mentor of mine said once “Perfectionism is the mother of procrastination.” Well then, there we have it: the diagnosis for my problem. So without further ado, I write my first post here. I call myself a blogger, and let my words fly out there while holding my breath! And I tell myself as I let out a deep sigh that whispers inaudible half truths that all you really want as a reader is honesty and authenticity. Okay, I can do that. This is about as honest as you get here. Fighting the urge to hide under a blog title or pen name, I put myself out there.
So if I’m putting myself out there, I really hope you’ll join me. I’m going to slowly unravel who I am to an online audience, and I hope you will take this challenge with me and share with me your story. I am convinced the most beautiful stories and people in my life are full of flaws and the more I open myself up to that truth, the more validated it becomes.
Here’s to imperfect progress.
Here’s to me punching fear in the face and just starting!
Here’s to me saying that I don’t believe in failure anymore.
And here’s to both you and I embracing our flaws and calling them beautiful!
Let the journey begin. In fact, bring it God! We’re ready!