I’m not perfect

There. I said it.

I’m. Not. Perfect.

I’m selfish. More selfish than I like to admit, even to myself.

I have ‘fat’ days.

And I’m ashamed to say that because I know how important positive body image is. I need to change my mindset. For good.

I work hard to be good to my loved ones. But I know I could always be a better friend, better wife, better sister, better daughter, better auntie.

I’m not perfect.

I love to workout yet I still have days when getting out of bed (especially a warm cozy one like today) is near-impossible. Willpower usually gets me through but there are days where I give in to the sleep, even on “non-planned” rest days.

I’m not perfect.

I don’t have a great relationship with my father. Never have. But it’s slowly improving. We’ll never be traditional father/daughter, but father/daughter “friends” I can accept.

I’m not perfect (neither is he).

I’m judgmental. Sometimes. It’s self-inflicted judgment sometimes.  At other times, its aimed at someone else. Neither is good or justified.

I’m not perfect.

I have a crooked nose. A huge scar on my knee. Abs that could be stronger. Short legs. But sparkling, happy eyes, strong arms and legs that carry me through each day. All perfectly imperfect.

And that’s ok.

I’ve clearly been doing a ton of self-reflection lately. There are various reasons for this, some that I can divulge here, some that I cannot. Yet. (I promise, I will when I can)

But mainly, I’m thinking about who I want to be, where I want to go, and just what does 2011 have in store for me and what can I do to shape my year ahead to be the best possible year it can be.

That might sound like I’m just overthinking or getting too wound up into my Type A planner mode, but I promise you I’m not. I’m just doing some reflecting and  looking at 2011 as a year of growth and change.

Good growth.

Good change.

And maybe a few resolutions thrown in for good measure (who are we kidding, we all know I’ll have resolutions for the new year, this is still ME afterall, right??).