The last few weeks have been busy. Busy is an understatement.
My condo is a disaster and I have not made my bed or unpacked my suitcase in weeks. As I trampled over the large pile of clothing in my bedroom this morning, shaking my head as I did and carefully manuevering my heels so that I didn't catch on a piece of clothing, I stopped to examine myself in the mirror before I walked out. I saw high-waist cream pants, a red silk shirt, cream pumps, long blonde perfectly curled hair and pearl earrings. Pausing for a moment and catching my breath as to "pep talk" myself before I stepped out into the world, reality slapped me in the face. I am perfectly imperfect.
I sometimes have to remind myself to stop. Stop and enjoy myself now. Stop waiting to meet Prince Charming because although he will add incredible things to my life he will not define me. Stop waiting to be at the peak of my career because although I will be changing the world it will not define me. Stop worrying about what I will wear tomorrow because although it is important that I present myself well it will not define me. I am just as perfect today as I will be tomorrow and after I meet my Prince Charming and after I am at the peak of my career and after I am a mother. My boss and mentor gave the best advice: She said, "building a life is hard, building a family is hard but as women we need to stop and stare at ourselves in the mirror and enjoy what we see. This is your life, your journey." Throw the instruction manual out the window and introduce yourself to the world you beautiful, perfectly imperfect woman.
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