So, I don’t think I’m alone when I say, I want to be perfect. I want the perfect life, the perfect body, the perfect job, the perfect family.
But what does that mean?
Who created this vision of perfection?
Watch out y’all it’s about to get existential up in here.
The Perfect Body
Let’s not start with the perfect life, cause that’s a big one. Let’s start with with the perfect body. What is the perfect body? Is it thin? Tall? Leggy? Flat stomach and big boobs? Who determines what makes a perfect body?
When you think about it, advertisers and the media create the image of the perfect body. We see things on TV and in magazines, and essentially other people determine what our vision of perfect is. Well, I call BS!
My new version of the perfect body is first and foremost, the one that keeps me on this planet! Next, it’s the one that feels good to me.
Lastly, I am using the CDC’s version ideal body weight to reach my goal. I trust the CDC, since it’s made up of scientists and I’m pretty sure they don’t care what I look like. They care about my BMI, and for that I thank them.
The Perfect Job
Next up, the perfect job. Ugh, I have never had a job that I really liked. Ever. I got paid to write when I had my first blog, and THAT I enjoyed. But in terms of full time jobs, they’ve all made me miserable. But what makes a job perfect?
For me, the perfect job is honestly one that pays a million dollars a day and requires me to do absolutely nothing. But let’s try to get more realistic here.
The perfect job, would not require me to travel more than once a quarter. It would not require me to work outside of the hours of my regular work day. It would feed my soul, by allowing me to share things that I am good at and that make me thrive, like teaching, and presenting.
If I’m being honest with you, I’ve always wanted to teach. I even have a Masters degree in education with a concentration in teaching and learning. But I think fear has kept me from chasing that dream. I want to be a college professor. But I don’t know if I can do it, and that has kept me from trying.
Well, that stops today. I don’t know how I’m going to get there, but I am going to start figuring it out.
The Perfect Family
OK, so the perfect family. What the hell is that? And who the hell set the standard? Whoever it was, I bet they didn’t have kids. And honestly they probably weren’t married.
I struggle a lot in my marriage. I don’t talk about it much here, because putting it out in the world for everyone to see, makes it a little too real. At some point, I’ll write about it, but not today. And not tomorrow.
Another thing that is not perfect is that I am not around my kids as much as I would like to be. I am traveling for my third week in a row this week, and that equals a lot of time away from my family.
But you know what? My family is perfect. There is nothing more that my family needs to be than what it is. What really needs to change is my perception. What am I looking for? Do I say I want a perfect family, because I can’t acknowledge the fact that I already have one? Do I always have to be looking for something, because I can’t just be happy with what I have?
Yes. Yes, to all of those things.
The Perfect Life
And that brings me to the perfect life. Instead of trying to figure out what a perfect life is, let’s reflect on why I think my life is perfect.
- I have a job that pays me well enough that I can support my family of four people and two dogs
- I have a house, a big house in my favorite state of CT
- I have two cars, freakin two cars?!
- I have the most beautiful, talented, and loving children I’ve ever met
- I have two ridiculous looking dogs who make me smile every day
- I have creative outlets like this blog and my YouTube Channel (with actual subscribers!)
- I have a support system of friends and family who I can call for literally anything
- I have my health
- I wake up every morning and get to live another day
And lastly, when I take a step back, and calm the eff down, I literally have everything I need; if that isn’t perfection, I honestly don’t know what is. Who could ask for more than that?