I am not perfect, and that is perfectly okay. My mother often jokes about being like Mary Poppins, “practically perfect in every way.” She might be (love you, Mom). I, however, am not. I find myself beating my head against the wall of perfection…
The past five years have been tough ones. My husband and I each lost a parent. We had three dogs die. I had two back surgeries and a neck surgery (one each year for three years in a row!) My dream job turned out to not be so dreamy. Believe it or not, this is not how we had it all planned!
I have a good life – a great life, really. I experience the normal ups and downs, but in general, I am happy and healthy. My husband and I have had some great changes in our lives lately, and even my family and friends seem to be in good places. Thank goodness!
A few years ago, we adopted a sweet Australian Shepherd puppy and named him London. London was a joy most of the time but sometimes he was a complete terror. We worked hard to train him, but from time to time, I found myself yelling. “London, come here!” “London, leave your sister alone!” “London don’t eat that!”
Recently, I had a life crisis. Maybe you have had one of these lovely little gems. You are coasting along and then suddenly, nothing feels right and you just don’t know who you are anymore.
These crises tend to pop up during transitional times of our lives and often throw us for a loop.