There’s an ongoing joke among my girlfriends that “Anna has the perfect life.” I say joke, because every one of my girlfriends knows that my life is far from perfect, at least in the standard sense of the word.
Like everyone else, there is good and bad in my life. Like you, I often groan over cooking meals, sometimes leave pans “soaking” for a day or two, or have piles of unfolded laundry hiding in my laundry room. People sometimes hurt me, disappoint me, anger me. I have felt betrayed, misunderstood. I have been lied about, both publicly and privately. I have watched those dearest to my heart suffer unspeakable loss.
Sometimes I snap at my children, criticize my husband, or lose my temper. I have felt helpless in the face of a loved one’s hurting heart. Sometimes I wish I had unlimited funds in my bank account, or could go on that vacation. Sometimes (don’t judge me too harshly, folks) I wish I had just one day all by myself, to sleep till all hours, have my meals made for me, and not have to think about anyone other than myself. Sometimes the sound of my child calling “Mommy” makes me cringe instead of ooze with love.
Sometimes Hubby randomly leaving the cabinet door open after grabbing a glass feels like the straw that broke the camel’s back. Sometimes reading the news fills me dread.
The reality is, there is no such thing as “perfect” in this life, not in the way people mean it. Each of us has struggles, faults, and pain. Whether we choose (or even have a choice) to make them public or keep them private is a different story.
For the most part, I choose to only share the good with all of you. When I post on here or on Facebook, I choose to spread smiles instead of more bitterness. I know for me, personally, I have “hidden” people from my newsfeed because their posts disturbed the peace of my heart. There is enough – too much – tragedy and rage all around us, and the media does everything possible to fill our souls with fear and anger. But I refuse to believe that the majority of human hearts are evil. There is more to us than that.
In a sense, there is no UNperfect life, because this life I am living is the only one I have (here on earth). This life, with the choices I make, and the love that I show, has been to given to ME, to only me, and what I do with it is up to me. I can’t change the whole world by myself. I can’t stop the terrorists or heal the dying.
But I can choose to live by example, to SHOW love, faith, morals – to give my children the tools for a happy life. I can choose to lift people up, instead of drag them down. I can choose to follow my Faith, trusting that the rules laid out so carefully by God will bring me true and lasting happiness. I can choose to take the frustrations of my day and use them to strengthen my heart and my relationships.
I can choose to literally “perfect” my life, my heart – little by little, every moment of every day.
So when you’re scrolling through social media, and you start to think “Wow, that person has it all, I wish I was her” – think again. You can have a perfect life, too.
Because “perfect” is a choice.
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