I was struck by the blog post on Peanut Butter Fingers today.
Julie talked about how media and bloggers may portray their relationships in a positive light almost a hundred percent of the time, and although the relationships are good, there is obviously conflict at moments.
Relationships are work; I know everyone says this but I’ve learned so far in nearly 26 years that cliches are cliches for a reason. Love usually starts with infatuation and moves to a different sort of feeling, one of commitment. It is a series of actions over time, not a dizzying state of exhilaration.
In just the same way, perfection in other areas of life is unattainable. This may seem obvious but sometimes I forget and I know I’m not the only person out there who is the same way.
For example, this is my side of our closet.
This is a normal day. Got to love the stack of VHS tapes.
This is the cleaned up version:
Yeah, clearly every day isn’t spent in perfection.
But I wish every day could be spent like this: