Perfectly perfect in my imperfections

deb and perfectI can take a four hour nap, get up for one hour and then go to bed – and sleep all night.

If left to my own devices, I could live on peanut butter and crackers, Melaleuca protein bars and coffee.

I don’t smoke.

Careful, I’m taking your picture.  I do that a lot.

I’m doing the very best I can.

Don’t ask me what I think if you really don’t want to know.  Because I will tell you.

I have developed the skill of disappearing into the night.  Saying goodbye can be overrated.

I do dishes when I feel like it.

My closet extends to my chair.

I get up at Oh God Thirty.  And like it.

I talk too much, and listen a lot.  That’s how I learn.

I drop the F bomb, frequently.

My dreams are starting to come true.

I believe there’s greatness in everyone.

I remember I’m a geek.

Much adversity has run amuck in my life.  I rolled with the flow.

I am as strong, smart, capable, intelligent, loving and wise as I believe I am.

I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

This post inspired by Susannah Conway.  Written to join the fight against perfection, as started by the lovely Brene Brown in honour of her new book, The Gifts of Imperfection.