Adventures in Imperfection

Tackling Imperfection (and laundry): One Pile at a Time

“We need to spruce up our laundry routine,” utters the adoring husband. He slides a donut in under my nose and backs away before fangs appear. It’s a wise peace-offering and not the first time he has placated with carbohydrates to save himself.

“Whaddya mean?” my inner voice screams. “I can barely manage to blah, blah, blah.” Short breath. “And, I’ll have you know blah, blah, blah, blah.”

However, instead of getting my undies in a wad, I inhaled a bite of the deep-fried sugary bread and–wait for it–

“I totally agree, Honey. ”

As soon as I finished performing CPR on him, I wondered what “sprucing up the laundry routine” might mean. Now, for anyone who thinks he was using this as a metaphor for a more interesting sex life, you’re probably right. But, my brain tends to work like a man’s, so I took his words at face value and bought fabric softener.

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My fingers tingled as I sorted and planned the day’s laundry. I’m a self-proclaimed laundry-lover and whine that being on the road means that I don’t get to do it as often as I like. Yesterday, as I was burrowing my nose into the lavender infused towels and a lilac-scented high school football jersey, I went to the place I often go when performing simple, repetitious, but rewarding work.

A rabbit hole full of shiny objects. Crevices full of bottles and potions with labels bearing the siren’s beckon of  Eat MeDrink Me.

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There is SO much I want to do these days, but the monkeys, the lions, the tigers, and bears. OH MY!

~~I want to finish editing my book: Gurrlll….you have laundry to do

~~What a special moment – I should write about it. Child please, you have a plane to catch

~~But, I have so many stories to share! Honey, who gives a rat’s booty about what you have to say?

~~So, I’ll take a picture. It’ll be a crap picture. Why waste the effort?

~~Then, I am going for a run. Look at this gorgeous weather. Are you kidding me? On that wicked knee of yours? Do you know how slow you are? Besides, you have a presentation due. Your work is a house of cards and everyone will know you’re a phony. Get your lazy a$$ back to work.

~~He is growing up so fast, I wonder if he knows how much I love him. You’re the one who’s gone every week night, when are you going to get your s&*$% together? You can’t bond during Facetime calculus homework.

~~I hope she knows how proud I am. What a beautiful young woman. What mother only talks to her daughter once/week? When did you become such a bad mom?

Sort, wash, dry, fold, repeat.

Do you find yourself in an unending spin cycle of self-loathing and judgment? How often do the words, “I suck” enter your brain? Is that the stench of wet towels or the filth of your hurtful words filling the air?

I’ve stumbled off the yellow brick road, friends. Mama Mick was supposed to be a safe place for us to come visit, battle our dirty laundry, and celebrate imperfection together. These hallways are deserted and when I’m here, I stuff the trash into the cushions and hide the clutter in the cabinets before company arrives. Of late, my words have been white-washed and pristine–like the rooms populating my Pinterest walls.

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Pretty to view, but no authentic work happening anywhere.

So, I’m reorganizing, redecorating, and reclaiming my space. Cleaning out the crap in my life that doesn’t belong. I purge every Fall and it has always been the closets, drawers and garden shed bearing the brunt of my frenzy. However, this year, instead of eradicating stuff, I’m dumping the brain junk into the trash pile.

~~I am not (insert): worthy, valuable, needed, wanted. Honey, we are all wired for struggle and worthy of love and belonging.*

~~I am a terrible (insert): wife, husband, mother, father, daughter, son, sister, brother, friend. Do you care about someone? Do you love somebody? Do you try?

You are enough. You are more than enough.*

Two years ago, my intent was to fight unattainable perfection. I want you to come to this place, connect, and own your story. In doing so, maybe we won’t feel all alone in a world reeling from life’s in-your-face tragedies.  I don’t know what this looks like, but the closet is cleaned out and I’m ready to fill it with substance, humor, and real stories.

  • I WILL edit and finish my book (November)
  • I WILL share all of the stories brewing in my head (eventually)
  • I WILL run if I want to (every week)
  • I WILL say “no” if I can (I’m working on it)
  • My family WILL know that they are my priority (I’m sorry honey. Thanks for the PBJ this morning)
  • I WILL quit disappearing for weeks at a time (5 out of 6 ain’t bad, right?)

What if I fail?

Oh, but my darling, what if you fly? e.h.

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Homework assignment from Brene’

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*Quotes adapted from Brene’ Brown. I’ve started her new book, Rising Strong. It’s already a must-read and a launch pad for whatever comes next.

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Please excuse the mess during the Fall redecorating. A few housekeeping items:

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Note: This social media stuff gives introverted me the heebie geebies! I’ll do the best I can and that’ll have to be enough, right?

Now…wanna help me fold some towels? I have donuts 🙂

70 thoughts on “Tackling Imperfection (and laundry): One Pile at a Time

  1. We won’t get into my own cycles of self loathing, etc. but I will say that I LOVE the list you have and your proposed changes/plans. Go you, go you, go! 😀

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    1. Hi Sheena!
      You know, I imagine tiger print whenever i see your Gravatar – weird huh? I guess it’s cuz I imagine you in your tigress glory, beating the cycles, and doing what you do in the best way ever. Thank you for stopping by – reminds me that I want to pop over to Instagram and see that lovely smile of yours 🙂

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    1. Hello Mark!
      I love dish towels with great quotes. My favorite dish towel says, “I live in a world of my own. But, that’s okay. People know me there.”
      Making memories – best way to spend our time ever!
      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I’ll be over to visit very soon.

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  2. ***There is SO much I want to do these days, but the monkeys, the lions, the tigers, and bears. OH MY!**

    1. LOoooooooooooVE this!
    2. Cracked me up.
    3. That is NOT a “ROOM,” it’s a freaking place I Want to LIVE all day long!
    4. Just so happens that I’m reading Brene Brown’s “The Gift of Imperfection.” Excellent!
    5. I like how you added “I WILL,” rather than something passive!
    6. Love from MN.

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    1. Helllloooooo Ms. Minnesota!
      I’m so glad this resonated with you (and, thank you for the share!)
      I started with “The Gift of Imperfection” and swallowed up everything after that. She has a fantastic audio series at Sounds True which captures all of her best quotes and research – check it out when you have the chance. I’d let you borrow mine, but I think the DVDs are buried in a pile somewhere.
      And YES – that freaking laundry room is nuts! I don’t know why, but I pin room after room with cute laundry themes. I share my laundry room with my son’s man cave which makes it convenient for him. He can shed his clothes (why do teenage boys not wear any clothes in the house?)and he creates piles just ready for action.
      So awesome to see your smiling face! I’m traveling today, but I’ll be over to see what you’ve been up to. I’m sure it’ll make me smile. xo

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  3. I love the new look with ‘fall’ cleaning. It’s easy to get down on ourselves. I saw my mom do it so much being the oldest of her 9 kids growing up that I vowed I would never belittle myself when I grew up…and for the most part, it’s been pretty easy. I guess seeing my mom tear herself down for not being perfect all the time (even though I thought she was pretty dang amazing all the time) made me realize no one reaches perfection (except Christ). So when I fall, which I do a lot, I just chuckle or shake my head and try again without getting too upset about it. I’ll be the first to tell you I’m not perfect. When my kids were little, I sometimes yelled. I have weeds in my garden, and I haven’t scrapbooked my kids albums for over 10 years (yeah, I’m a wee bit behind now). But who cares. I love life. I love my family (and if they really want to see themselves in old pictures, I’ll help them find the right file in Picassa on the computer so they know what they once looked like). I’ll help fold towels, if you don’t mind me folding them wrong (Since I seem to fold mine different than everyone else). And for doughnuts, I’ll even scrub toilets (but don’t let that piece of info out to everyone).

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    1. My dear Char,
      From the beginning of our friendship, I have always sensed your inner peace. As you so perfectly stated, peace doesn’t come with clean houses and gardens, but from the knowlege of knowing that you are where you need to be at that moment and it’s enough.
      You mentioned the metaphorical fall, but I remember your real one (about a year ago?) and was struck by how well you handled it – with grace, humor, and perspective.
      Your scrapbooking sounds a bit like my photography. I’m never without my camera…and have almost 10K in photos waiting to be printed.
      My biggest question in all of this is: How do you fold your towels?????
      (Thank you, my friend. You inspire me!)

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      1. I fold them however you don’t. I don’t feel like I fold them weird, but every time I go somewhere else and see other people’s towels, it’s never like mine. Oh well. And don’t get me started on fitted sheets. My mom keeps showing me how to make them perfect, and it’s so complicated that I just go back to my old lazy way of folding them down to size and stuffing the not so perfect looking sheets into the closet and hoping noone but my family looks in there ever.

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      2. Stuffing the fitted sheets is the ONLY way to fold them.
        And – guess what else they work well for? Covering plants during first/last frost. The wind doesn’t blow them off because they naturally tuck in around the plant 🙂
        How’s that for random?!?

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  4. I like your new blog name Mama Mick.
    For some reason it seems like the most appropriate thing I can say is, I let my husband do the laundry. Yes, some of the clothes end up in the wrong drawers, yes sometimes I miss the folding, the warm sheets coming out of the dryer, yes, sometimes the clothes go back in the closet stained…but I don’t miss carrying the heavy detergent down to the laundry room or sweating over heated clothes on a hot summer day…. and I never tell myself I suck… and neither should you.

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    1. Nicely done, Marissa! My husband does more of the laundry these days, too and honestly…it made me feel like I’d failed at housewifery! Seriously? Just needed to get over myself.
      I love your approach – I always have. Seeing your face reminds me that I could really use a dose of hot rocker mama Marissa poetry this morning. I’ll be over very soon to see what wicked things you’ve been up to.
      And, thank you for the reminder on how we don’t suck. xo

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  5. Still smiling with your eyes Michelle, the world should be so lucky. Your heart is exactly where it should be 😀
    Now if that center island in that picture folds out into a writing desk and treadmill by the side, your set 😀

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    1. Awww…thanks, Mark! I took that picture as part of an online art class (written by Brene Brown).
      I remember that it was freeeezing that day, so I had my winter running garb on. I’d just finished running and eating supper with the family. My smile always reaches my eyes when running, food, and family are involved.
      I hope you are doing well, my friend. Any new photos in your gallery??

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      1. Doing great thank you Michelle, just been a little busy (that’s why i’ve been very quiet).
        Doing what I tell others not to do, get so busy that I don’t have a life 😀
        But, it did need a little more intention to get it up and running which should be around the beginning of next year….then I’ll get back to posting like a madman again 🙂
        Oh, and some new photo’s too…I better be good and do a little wandering and clicking to add to the gallery…we have just started spring so everything is beginning to brighten, lighten and smell delicious, just the thing for photo’s.
        I’ll post when I get a batch up in the gallery, just for you, so you can slooooow that busy mind and enjoy this end of the world 🙂

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      2. Take your time with all that you have going. I’m not leaving any time soon and will enjoy those pictures whenever you put them there. Take the wonderful advice you always give me – nuture and be kind to yourself. You are the only you we have. xo

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  6. Ohhhh sweetness…so much beating up. I get it. I do it too. I’ve got no leg to stand on to offer you counsel or advice or feedback on your plans, but your positivity and determination is inspiring, and I hope you achieve all the things you set out to do.

    With regard to your children – if they’re not actively running away or calling the police on you, and they still turn up at mealtimes, they’re FINE.

    With regard to your husband – WAY TO GO HIM!

    And with regard to you, dear, you are SO VERY enough. Even when you don’t feel it. Because you are intrinsically YOU, and worthwhile, and part of life’s journey is to become the YOU-est you you can. It matters. YOU matter. And I’m going to stand here and stop a while, and have a tiny mini-celebration of YOU. Because I can.

    *lets off fireworks and pours a drink to toast you with*

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    1. My dear glittery, wonderful friend,
      Do me a favor, please? When you get that feeling of not being enough, please reread what you just wrote to me. You are SO very right and you are every bit of enough as I am. I know you’re embarking on a big trip this week – lotsa butterflies I am sure. I’ll be thinking of you, staying in touch, and forever grateful that our paths crossed.
      Now, for something a little less serious. I read the paragraph on “regarding your children” and tensed up as I ticked off the particulars. Phew! Turns out that they haven’t ran away, the cops have not been called (yet) and they do still show up at mealtimes. Even the kiddo who lives in a different city.
      Thank you! Thank you, Lizzi! 🙂 xoxoxoxoxo

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      1. I heart you, too Lizzi!
        Just so you know, I’m holding your next post in my inbox and saving it for a time I can savor. I love your words and can’t wait to see what you’ve written next.
        Thank you for always taking the time to read mine. xo

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    1. Hi Paul!
      You are a walking encyclopedia! I did not know that about lavendar. Hmmmm…might need to rethink parts of my garden.
      I’m envious of the laundry cart, but happy to know that it’s saving you time and effot. Speaking of time and effort – I’m still eager to read your latest piece of fiction. I’ll be over very sooon (I saved the link)
      Thank you for the prayers, too. We could all use that these days. I pray for you, too. xo

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  7. Lavender Mama? Unh, unh. I’m not getting anywhere close to that. You know that Lavender acts as a pseudo-estrogen on the male body chemistry. Very Guuurly Mama, but you ain’t getting me even close. ha! http://www.nih.gov/news/pr/jan2007/niehs-31.htm Actually, the result was only noticed in prepubescent boys when topical oils were applied =-so I’m probably safe.

    That said, I can still use it as an excuse to avoid laundry – a pastime that I dislike. Although I bought a new utility cart last week and used it to take my laundry to the laundromat – worked like a charm and saved me about 3 hours and multiple trips. I was pleased with that.

    I always found your posts very positive and uplifting Mama. I can understand that a woman with your busy life could get times when you are over worked and it may seem overwhelming – but from my perspective you are always positive and insightful.

    I hope you feel better with your new focus. My prayers are with you.

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  8. lipstick and laundry is am inspired name.
    yes, you are, in fact, enough. more than enough to be honest.

    i love the new direction…
    your honesty will just make it safe for others…a bug thing.

    xoxoox

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    1. Hey Michele,
      I learn honesty from the best 😉
      You read my stuff over at that other site….that’s honesty! Your space – authentic and relatable. I’m ready to be that!
      Working to where I won’t need to write at two (er, three) sites to be who I am. We’ll see – it’s kind of nice to have a private place to piss and moan and use bad words.

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      1. you know that there are quite a few posts i have written that never see the publishing light, right? ALL does not hang out, that’s for sure. But it does help me to try and figure out ways to allow it to be said without the shame or worry.
        Also, do not forget that I have a completely anonymous site…so, honest and authentic, yes. on my terms tho.
        Sometimes i feel like a piker compared to you, christy, karen…so many others.
        We do what we can…xooxooxo

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      2. I have those posts, too and they serve a purpose, right? I think of Ann Lammott and her ‘shitty first draft’
        Sometimes the drafts that nobody reads are the most honest and provide the most healing. Christy always coached me to write for myself first, and it’s a good habit.
        I giggle when I think of your site being “anonymous” because I always imagine your face and your heart when we read and write back and forth. Someday….Michele…someday…my yoga mat is gonna be laying right next to yours 🙂

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  9. There is a passage in one of the stories that appears in a couple of editions of the Big Book or AA. It has something about “acceptance is the key”… and goes on about accepting what is happening right now. It is such a huge part of my recovery and better mental life since getting into recovery. I never realised that I was striving for this unattainable ideal but I was. I accepted very little about my place in the world, how the world really was and more importantly about accepting me and who I am. That realisation that I’m average and that is actually ok was such a freeing moment.

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    1. Dear F,
      What an insightful and relatable comment. In fact, you’ve just inspired the theme for my next post. Brene Brown speaks to “the fear of being average” throughout her research. She notes an insurgence since 9/11 with acceleration in social media. Her work in this space has always fascinated me and your experience adds fuel to that fire.
      Congratulations on your freeing yourself from those unattainable chains. I can’t wait to meet you on the other side 😉

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  10. I just started reading Rising Strong too! “Sometimes we have to rumble with a story to find the truth.” When my life gets cluttered and noisy, that’s usually when I’m not asking for help. Those “I’m not enough” moments come when I’m trying to be everything to to everyone. I love that you’re reclaiming your space and choosing what belongs in it. I’m in the process of my own fall cleaning so I’m with you soul sister! ❤

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    1. You’re reading it, too!!!! That is so awesome. I swear, sometimes I think we were separated at birth. It’s really good and I’m digging the part where she describes the stories we make up. As writers, I wonder if we are even more guilty of that. So much substance in this book, I may have to read it at least twice.
      The part where you don’t ask for help is a huge trigger for me, too. I HATE asking for help. But, I’m working on it. Just today, I called my husband and asked if he could drive me to a work appointment tomorrow. I’ve been on airplanes all week and am spent. With him driving 4 hours tomorrow, I can chill. I would have never asked a month ago.
      Baby steps.
      Thank you for always being such a great friend and sounding board. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. xo

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      1. I love what she says about stories too! I’ve been repeating in my head, “This is the story I’m telling myself…”. It’s really helping me get clarity around some things.

        Your hubby is such a good guy! Relax and enjoy the ride. xxoo

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  11. September is often a rough month of failed communication and expectation. It would not be the best time for my husband to suggest needed household changes (in my opinion), but likely when he would, and admittedly when they’re possibly most needed. I’ve gotten better about self-loathing in that I recognize when it happens. This was huge, apparently, because it also slips away faster and with little effort…you know, on its own. I can very much relate to your inner dialogue, both the cutting criticisms and softer compromises and recognitions that of course you’re already doing a wonderful job, the best.

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    1. “Recognizing it when it happens”
      What a powerful gift of self-awareness – it’s one that I’m working on and trying to recognize it when I hear my kiddos doing it, too. If only they could just pick up our good habits.
      I love your note about September being a month of failed communication and expectation. I can see that now. I wonder why?
      My dear friend, you always make me think in the best ways. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment today. xo

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  12. Love this one! I struggle with the quest for perfection and worthiness. Brene Brown has been a huge inspiration in my life, too. You’re living the vulnerability … keep at it. Every time I post something I feel like I’m laying myself on the chopping block. But then I remember Brene’s wisdom and I do it anyway, even if it ain’t perfect. (It never will be.) I need to read your book so get that thing edited! Is the Moustakas HR ball in a glass case with a guard hovering nearby?

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    1. Lara!
      I’m so honored to see you here 🙂
      I should have known that you were a Brene’ follower. I’m almost finished with Rising Strong and it’s been the best of the three I’ve read.
      And, oh, that chopping block. Especially when you think about the fishbowls we grew up in – there’s no hiding, but often vulnerability is not encouraged either. Keep doing what you’re doing!
      Thank you so much for reading my ramblings…there will be more.
      As for the Moustaskas ball – SQUEAL! – I just received an e-mail that it’s signed on its way to my house. Of course, I’ll have to write about that, too.
      Thank you again for taking the time to read and comment. It means a lot to me. You were one of the first people who gave my writing a chance and I’ll never forget that. xo

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  13. You know how you’ve sometimes said how a column I wrote was exactly what you needed at that time? Consider the favor returned, Michelle. I needed this today, following weeks of feeling overwhelmed and underproductive just trying to keep up with the things I set into motion without thinking. Your post wasn’t just a breath of fresh air; it was an oxygen mask falling out from the compartment above. The fact that I’ve been so remise in getting here to read this shows just how much I need to change up my “laundry routine” and do some sorting. I’ve known that for a while. Your post was like getting the “ok” from a therapist.

    Thanks for that, Michelle 😉

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    1. You, my friend, save me in more ways than you’ll ever know. I’ve been remiss in visiting you, too. BUT, as you’ve often said, we have that friendship that can be picked right up where we left off. I’m so humbled that these words would resonate with you. As for that oxygen mask falling from the compartment above? Remembet to put that mask on yourself before the person next to you. We can’t take care of others unless we take care of ourselves and I have a feeling your busiest times are spent juggling the needs of everyone else. Thank you for your kind words today. They mean more the world to me!

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  14. I’m going to have to put Rising Strong on my list….I loved her other books, and so many of my fave people are reading it!
    I am in the process of reading Tara Brach’s Radical Acceptance for the , oh, maybe 5th time?
    Something new each time.
    Brown is like that too…re-reading always seems like the first time.
    (this is me not writing anything new on my own blog….shhhhhh…..)

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  15. You, being you, is enough for me, being me. You know? Oh, Michelle, you have so much to give with your words and photos and big heart. You worry too much. But I know that’s part of you, and I’ll take that, too. 🙂 You work so hard and accomplish so much. Noted. Always. With appreciation, amazement, respect.

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  16. My dear Michelle….. I hear Brene’s words resonate in my head and in your words. I too have started the new book! Isn’t it great? I am listening to it from my Audible.com account and she is narrating it herself. I love LOVE her voice! She is so awesome!
    I have that exact same picture from the Brene Course I did on Oprah’s site! You can see it in my Twitter photos. Loved your post!

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  17. Before I finished your post I immediately started thinking about how I wanted to recommend Brene Brown to you. I just finished reading “The Gift of Imperfection” and am now moving on to her other books.

    Perfection, for me, had a lot to do with time. “If I don’t finish this by tonight I’m XYZ” or “I still haven’t folded those clothes which makes me a XYZ kind of person” or “So and so would have had this done last week AND would have repainted her bedroom by now.” I know where it comes from, but it’s a terrible habit!

    What I’m coming to realize, and this is a crazy thought, is that we’re perfect as we are. The person you are right now is the person you’re supposed to be in this moment. I think you’re pretty damn awesome, and I hope you do too.

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    1. Jen! It’s Jen!
      I’m so happy to see you here and am humbled to know that you fight some of the same battles. Time! Oh my, yes…the time element. “We’re as perfect as we are”
      I’m printing and framing that quote. Thank you, my friend. Xo

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  18. You write the words in my heart, sweet friend. I am full of would have, could have, and should haves. Always. We do the best we can. You are most certainly enough and don’t forget it. If you need to be reminded, give me a shout. We can remind each other.

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    1. YES! Let’s remind each other. I love seeing your beautiful face and smile come across my screen. You are an amazing woman and I feel so blessed to know someone like you who does such a graceful (pun intended) job of showing me what wholehearted living looks like. Girl…we GOTTA meet some day. xo

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  19. Such a relatable post for most of us. Our self-doubt can be paralyzing at times. It’s amazing the negative things we can convince ourselves of, not to mention unhealthy and usually untrue. So I think your plan of cleaning out the brain junk is one we should all adopt. I think I’ll start today. 🙂

    Thanks for visiting my site. Much appreciated!

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    1. Hi Carrie,
      Thank you so much for taking the time to stop by and comment. Ironically, I was in Atlanta yesterday working on a vaccine project. What I’ve noticed about the brain junk clean-out this time around. It’s easy to clean it out, I just need to quit refilling it with junk.
      Thank you again for stopping by. So nice to finally “meet” you!
      Michelle

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  20. With school beginning and kitchen counter rip-out just starting around when you posted this gem, I missed this one. So glad to discover it now. I just love that you see the self talk and also know enough to know some of it isn’t supportive or love. Bashing ourselves is NOT OK. Wanna know something really cool? In a bunch of the hypnosis sessions I’ve done, one thing that has popped up more than once, and again very recently, is that this self talk of severe judgment and denigration is not actually me. It was a judgment that I took on (or someone foisted upon me) when I was really little. And I guaran-damn-tee you that every time you criticize yourself, it’s someone else who laid it on you years ago; and because you were very little, you believed that crap. So! The next time you hear that voice telling yourself something critical, stop and take a moment to be aware of it. And in the next breath ask who the f*** is really talking, and what are they afraid of. And *know* that these voices are not the real you. The only thing that is real is love (because that’s where we come from, and that’s who we are).

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    1. Just so you know, I got goose bumps when I read your comment. You are so right. It’s why I am so careful with young people and even my children as they grow. You never know what hurtful words will embed and feel like they are real. What an awesome realization. Thank you for sharing and for always being such a great reader and supporter. Your comments are better than the post. xo

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      1. I’ve got a smile ten miles wide! Off to start varnishing 22 kitchen cabinet doors (stripped, sanded and stained already). (And yes, I’ll be blogging about the kitchen renovation probably after the new countertop is installed).

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. If you ever need company during a melt down, I’m here! Maybe we can tackle a load or two of laundry while we are at it.
      Thank you again for taking the time to read my ramblings 🙂
      Michelle

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