Today.

“I like things that are imperfect. Perfection is boring.” 

~Sabina Gibson

I am so inspired by the overall "imperfection" of everything in the world, meaning that nothing is exactly the same. And I find it to be bewilderingly beautiful and interesting. Look at the rustic trees, the different shape of the clouds, the new, old, and familiar faces you see everyday. We are not the same. I even noticed how my matching wedding ring set isn't even identical (photo above). I was upset over it for a few minutes because my sweet fiance has invested a pretty penny into them, but it began to grow on me. I loved it. There is a streak of white carbon in my diamond that I barely noticed a couple of weeks ago--but it reminded me of myself, as imperfect and multi-dimensional as I am. It is lovely and so perfectly imperfect.

Growing up, I suffered from being the girl with acne for a few years that felt like a lifetime. Now, thankfully, it has cleared and smoothed more gracefully than I would have imagined, but still not perfect. I didn't think I would fall in love, at least during that time. And now that I look back, hey, it is still hard to catch my breath seeing how content I am with myself today. It's easy to glance in the mirror, at that dent in your car that wasn't there yesterday (true story), or at the missing button on your favorite jacket, and instantly feel defeated. It's okay, there's going to be plenty more of those days. On the bright side, I am blessed to be in love and happy to be content in my own skin.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made.

1. Personal photo.