spoonful of imperfections

happy friday!

i love fridays so much it hurts! that means i am one day closer to my evening off and one night closer to sleep! woot.  so lately with all of life’s fabulous twists and turns i have been cracking under the pressure.  i feel a weird need to be the best wife, teacher, crossfitter, and blogger and sometimes it gets exhausting.  it also have the HARDEST time leaving work at work and not carrying it home with me. i need a lesson in life apparently! so i had a little pity party with pinterest and i found this!

on paper it seems so simple but why is it so tough to accept imperfections? i wonder if it’s because our world is measured in worldly success, jobs, and money instead of laughs, a good meal, and a job well done.  sometimes it’s easy to forget how good we are doing and i often compare myself to sally next door with her home cooked meals, perfect clothes, little body, and great hair.  i wonder why it’s so easy for her but maybe it isn’t.  sally next door is probably fighting her own battles and dealing with her own insecurities.

i don’t think i have all the answers for dealing with insecurities and imperfections so i’ll i can say is try.  try your best to be the best you can be.  i saw this on facebook this week and although i don’t exactly “grab a beer with friends” i really love this!

“A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.  The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’  The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—the small stuff.  ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.  If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.  Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.  Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.  One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.”

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how do you deal with the “small stuff”

xoxo