No matter the timing- whether it’s daily, weekly or just once a year— we all have moments of truth. Where we realize something about ourselves that doesn’t make us happy.
Because no one wants to look at themselves negatively, and to admit that “Yeah, I’m not perfect. And a lot of people think that about me, too.”
But perfection is boring. And part of not being perfect is not always treating others, yourself and the world the way you should.
But that’s OK. Because it’s the AWKWARD girl who realizes where her imperfections lie. She tweaks where necessary, and embraces where she must.
IMPERFECTIONS TO TWEAK…
My father used to say my mother was too defensive. I’ve realized I’m the same.
I believe that hard work is the key to success. But hard work does not always equate to success. We can never be satisfied. It is when we are satisfied that we are stagnant. I must define my success- but I should never conclude that definition.
Good friends are hard to find— and even tougher to keep. Assuming your friends will always be there for you is a nice reassurance, but in the end, you have to put in time to get time. I haven’t been making time. And an AWKWARD girl always needs AWKWARD friends. Or she wouldn’t have anyone to express her passions, desires and dreams with over a couple of beers and a plate of nachos.
IMPERFECTIONS TO EMBRACE…
Even though I’m not from New Jersey, I have a voice as fast as a race horse. Sometimes I forget to slow my horses down.
Beauty sleep? Please. I stay up until 3AM and get up at 9AM, and do it all over again. But be warned: You are more susceptible to illness. Hence, my never ending snot filled nose. Talk about AWKWARD— blowing your nose in front of a ton of people is the worst. But you feel like such crap that it doesn’t even matter anyway.
When I was in first grade, I started going to speech therapy. I couldn’t say my th’s or s’s right. I remember reading words out loud over and over again. Flash forward to senior year of high school: I’m back in speech therapy again. I was having a hard time speaking in front of large groups of people because I would stutter. Today I speak in front of large groups of people all the time— and sometimes I stutter, or hesitate, or skip over words.
I used to get hung up about it. But this is an imperfection that is a part of who I am- and which, in the end, no one will ever really care about anyway. People don’t care about your imperfections- they are too concerned with their own.
Don’t want to be a public speaker? Then don’t be. There are some things in life we don’t want to be, therefore we don’t have to be. It is the art of imperfection— allowing us to focus our talents on what we can genuinely achieve.
What do you want to tweak? What do you want to embrace? Let us know at erinsammyawkward@gmail.com
*posted by Sammy D
