The Illusion of Perfection

(Warning:  Touchy-feeliness and what might be interpreted as a little self-indulgence below.  If that's not your thing, just keep moving along.)

Because of my participation in Susannah Conway's Unravelling course earlier this year, I still get her monthly newsletters, which lead me to places around the internet I wouldn't find on my own, like this Perfect Protest.

Now those who know me know I long, long ago gave up the idea of achieving perfection - or, at least, achieving the illusion of it, anyway.  Just look at my kitchen counters.  Or my laundry room.  Or wardrobe.  Or my hair.  I don't try to be perfect in pretty much any area of my life.

So why care about this perfect protest?  Well, I actually think we should all be reveling in our imperfections, not just accepting them.  And this seemed like a good time to do just that - and maybe encourage a few of you out there to do the same.

So, borrowing from Susannah's List of Truths, I've included below my own short list of beautiful, interesting, intriguing imperfections:

• I rarely worry about stains.  Like scars, they show life lived with a little recklessness.
• I am not scared or ashamed of hair:  gray hair, eyebrow hair, body hair.  I've been endowed with a lot of all of it, for reasons yet to be discovered.
• Occasionally, I like to cuss.
• I will eat just about any kind of preservative, flavor additive, or manufactured food coloring if it's on a potato chip.
• I dust six times a year.  Maximum.  
• When considering a decorative object for purchase, the main determining question is "Do I want to spend the rest of my life dusting this?"
• I like to ask questions.  Most of the time, this works in my favor, but every so often, I wind up chewing on my big toe.
• I am compulsive about checking e-mail.  
• I always have an opinion and am almost always willing to share it - even if you don't specifically ask to hear it.
• I am not interested in any dogma, belief, "lifestyle choice", whatever you want to call it, that might close me off to any of the experiences our world has to offer or limit my ability to get to know my fellow passengers on this journey of life.
• I LOVE corn dogs.