Perfectly Imperfect

I find beauty in the imperfections.  The way an old barn leans a little to the left and the red paint is wearing thin. I love the tenacity of trees contorted in unnatural directions because they are searching for the sun in an area just out of reach. I love a gap tooth smile or crooked grin that are genuinely, beaming happiness. I love when people’s imperfections make them beautifully humans.

I love it when my husband works for weeks on making an antique head and footboard into a bench for me. then when it is complete to discover the seat that opens for storage sticks just a little. My husband feels that he didn’t do it well because it wasn’t perfect.

I believe that the bench we made together is perfectly imperfect. I love that this bench required planning, teamwork, and a talent we both have that compliments each other so we could complete the bench project together. To me, this bench is perfectly imperfect.

I love it when my littlest family member hands me a dandelion puff and reminds me to find the joy in blowing those dandelion seeds all over tarnation! I love when I see a three-legged, one eyed dog who is the kindest creature you will ever meet. I love old dogs. I love when it rains all day and you can toss your yard work “to do’s” in the for-later pile.

I love how my friend speaks of her passion and I see the energetic enthusiasm driving her to do what she loves. I find beauty in refinished, repurposed, and refurbished old items that become useful once again. I find that when we look for the good in someone or something; we usually find it.

I find that when I appreciate the beauty in things that are not traditionally beautiful; I am able to find the beauty in myself and others that may not be evident at first.  I love a grumpy old man in overalls with a stubborn streak and a good sense of humor. I love how old people and innocent children have a genuine kindness in their eyes. I love how the biggest, toughest looking men have the greatest hearts.

I love when broken and hurt people use their experiences to help others. Some choose to share their experiences in hopes to stop someone from making their same mistakes in life. Other’s help to ease another’s pain by listening to them. Often drug and alcohol counselors have been down this path before and now choose to help themselves by helping others through their healing journey. To me this is the beauty of the imperfections in humanity.

I find beauty in imperfections because there is no such thing as perfect. Perfect is unattainable but we all seem to have the urge to reach for it. The funny thing is that one person’s perfect may look nothing like the next person’s version of perfection.

I like to think that it is our imperfections that give us our own unique personality and make us who we are. I do my best to love someone because of their imperfections and not despite them.

I strive to always see the value in imperfectly perfect. This means to love something as it is, not what you want it to be. I believe that to be able to practice acceptance and appreciation for those who are imperfectly perfect in their own way, is the definition of true love.

I believe we should first try this, by practicing this philosophy on ourselves.

I love you and all your beautiful imperfections too!

Emy Minzel ~ Adventure Sister

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@EmyforHouse15A

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Stacy Crep ~ Adventure Sister

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