First, let me say that this isn't the first time I've tried to start a blog. I've actually been super lazy about my past blogs for whatever reason. But now, it feels OK to start again. Like I might actually post with some regularity. Probably because, internally, I've forgiven myself for not being a perfectionist. And have come to embrace the fact that I am a human being with a very full life.
I mention all this because my former self felt this incessant need to always be perfect. Everything, from the folding and placement of my underwear and socks in their respective drawers, to the part in my hair and the way hung behind my ears. But it was the kind of perfect that needed to look like I wasn't trying. The only difference between my former non-perfected self
and that of a Hollywood starlet is 1) I don't have a personal shopper, and I suspect my husband wouldn't want to by my drawers for me, 2) I don't have that kind of cash to burn in order to look 'effortless' 3) I'd probably end up firing my personal trainer and chef for making me work out and eat so healthy. Blahhh!
But I honestly owe my 'who I am' to a little three foot someone who, in Olivia's mommy's words, "Really wares me out, but loves (said person) anyway." So, you little someone, I dedicate this first post to you. You are the miniature replica of your father, but with the determination, stubbornness, and goofy sense of humor of your mother (me). Thank you, with all my heart, for helping me be the imperfect human being I was always meant to be.
I love you!
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