Pizza, Fireworks, and Glitter.

The last few days have been designated as "getting ish done" days here. Days devoted to checking things off my "to-do" list, and making sure all of my ducks are in a row. Which is kind of funny, because, if you know me, you know that not only are my ducks definitely not in a row- hell, I don't even have ducks. I do, however, have wild birds that fly around my kitchen, squirrels that steal my cupcakes, and a giant cock in my backyard. I occasionally even have a pony try to hitch a ride in my car. Life is never boring when you are Purple. You may have noticed when you scroll through your social media, it seems like absolutely everyone is doing amazing things. They are taking great trips, their homes are worthy of a magazine photoshoot, and they are cooking dinners that even Gordon Ramsey would be impressed with. Their kids are dressed in coordinated outfits and every hair is in place, - even their cars are sparkling. (I'm guessing they probably don't even have trash all over their floorboards, but I have not actually seen photo proof of that.) They seem to have it ALL together - and that's freaking awesome. Seriously, I'm completely impressed and in awe. Perfection is great - but I'm not there. I'm never gonna be there. And you know what? I'm not even sure I want to. Wait, what??? Did she just say that? She doesn't want to have a perfect life with everything in order??? She's clearly lost it! And that, my friends, is the point of this post: It's okay to be a hot mess. Bear with me for a minute... hear me out: I've learned, that - for me anyway - perfection should not be the goal. I've learned that there is joy in progress. There is happiness in the journey. Do I have things I want to accomplish? Absolutely! Do I have goals I want to crush? Of course! But is perfection the goal? No, not at all. Am I going to be sad that my life doesn't look perfect on social media? Of course not. Achieving this level of perfection, for me at least, is unattainable, and therefore, is a guaranteed failure. Who needs that? I'm not even going to bother pretending at perfection - anybody that knows me isn't going to be fooled... y'all know better. What I am going for is progress. I want to know that I'm moving in the direction that I want to go. I want each day to be a little closer to achieving the things that I want to accomplish. I want to enjoy the journey and focus on the things that make me happy. I want to be able to find it funny when the squirrel in the backyard taunts me with his cupcake. I want to crack up with my daughter while we try to chase a bird out of the kitchen with a broom. I want to laugh with my friends that make jokes about the size of my... um - rooster - on the back deck. (Why yes, it is big, thanks for noticing!) I want to live this crazy life to the fullest - no matter how much play-doh ends up on the furniture, dog hair is on my clothes, or glitter ends up in the rug. One day, the empty water bottles on the floorboard of the car will get cleaned out- maybe. But until then- As long as I am happy... I'm good with not being perfect. And I've come to the realization that I'm happy being a hot mess - and I'm pretty good at it! I'm not going to beat myself up about it. And, maybe, just maybe - you shouldn't either...