do i dare?

The real us... on one of these crazy snow days in very old clothes. 

parts of me want to delete everything and start completely over with this old blog. i want face lift. a defined purpose and a plan. but then i read this the other day, which i thought to be encouraging for my blog endeavors... and perhaps something specific in your life too...
       

        "When we spend our lives waiting until we're perfect or bulletproof before we walk into the arena, we ultimately sacrifice relationships and opportunities that may not be recoverable, we squander our precious time, and we turn our backs on our gifts, those unique contributions that only we can make. 

Perfect and bulletproof are seductive, but they don't exist in human experience. We must walk into the arena, whatever it may be- a new relationship, an important meeting, our creative process, or a difficult family conversation- with courage and the willingness to engage. Rather than sitting on the sidelines hurling judgement and advice, we must dare to show up and let ourselves be seen."

From the book Daring Greatly by Brene Brown

it's pretty silly how dead on this is to almost everything in my life. i never saw myself as a perfectionist, like AT ALL, but somehow this seems to have crept in. and the silliest part of all is, my Heavenly Father, the perfecter of my soul, sacrificed Jesus for this very reason because i am NOT perfect nor expected to be. so who am i to strive for perfection by my own strengths and by the world's standards?

the point is, perfection is an illusion that doesn't exist so... we are all off the hook! we can stop trying so hard and just enjoy the Glory of the Lord who loves us so incredibly much. good stuff!

So, because i enjoy blogging and think i may actually have the time to do it again. i am daring to start again right where i am.

Seen here: my imperfection in all it's glory! I went to a working interview at a vet's office and had to wear an old pair of scrubs from way back when. apparently that morning, in the morning light, i did not see the huge stain that left me questioning if i pee'd my pants the last time i wore them. i don't recall ever doing that but when i saw this stain, after the 3 hour interview, i wasn't so sure of myself.