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Showing posts with label imperfectly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imperfectly. Show all posts

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Blogthing! Why are you colorful.....




This one's interesting. And it validates the title of my blog.....




You Are Colorful Because You Are Smooth



You're the type of person who can get away with anything. People always like you no matter what.

You are totally irresistible. You can be as quirky, colorful, and wild as you want to be!



You enjoy taking risks, and you've made a few big miscalculations over the years. You're not afraid to mess up.

Your mistakes just give you character. People love that you're perfectly imperfect. You're happy with yourself, and that's all that matters.


Sunday, June 15, 2008

From whence cometh the blog title....


I decided to title this blog,
"Living Imperfectly". The
title arises from
rediscovering an old,
much beloved poem
earlier this month, and
also from the reflection that,
while enjoying this phase
of my life, I probably like the
fact that I can live it imperfectly
...something I rarely allowed
myself to do it the past.

I give you the poem:


Imperfection

I am falling in love
with my imperfections
The way I never get the sink really clean,
forget to check my oil,
lose my car in parking lots,
miss appointments I have written down,
am just a little late.

I am learning to love
the small bumps on my face
the big bump of my nose,
my graying scalp,
chipped nail polish,
toes that overlap.
Learning to love
the open-ended mystery
of not knowing why

I am learning to fail
to make lists,
use my time wisely,
read the books I should.

Instead I practice inconsistency,
irrationality, forgetfulness.

Probably I should
hang my clothes neatly in the closet
all the shirts together, then the pants,
send Christmas cards, or better yet
a letter telling of
my perfect family

But I’d rather waste time
listening to the rain,
or lying underneath my cat
learning to purr.

-by Elizabeth Carlson