When I was thinking about blog post topics for this week, I started thinking about all the things I didn’t accomplish and thus couldn’t write about. Then I realized, I should share that I didn’t get these things done, because I think it’s important to show you the “behind the scenes” of Peace Love & Oats. The things that don’t happen, the things I fail at.
Why? Because I’m not perfect. You’re not perfect. No one is, and I don’t believe there’s such a thing. I spent years of my life trying so hard to put up this perfect persona, that everything was always good, that I was always happy, and that I always had my life together. That was exhausting. Learning to love yourself for exactly who you are, imperfections and all, is so important to living a happier, less stressful life.
So what have I failed at recently? This will be fun…
I fell off the May Cause Miracles bandwagon… stopped at Day 16 and keep meaning to start again… today!
No matter how many times I paint my nails, I always manage to ruin them within ten minutes…
My dad sent me an external hard drive to back up my computer a month ago. I still haven’t taken it out of the box (sorry dad…).
No matter how many times I try, I can’t do just one grocery shopping trip in a week. I’m addicted/a bad planner. Actually, I think I just don’t like meal planning.
I have a huge pile of books that I haven’t even touched.
Speaking of, I haven’t read my Chicago Blogger Book club’s book this month, or Julie’s book club book. I also know it’s just not going to happen.
I like a guy in my class but I’m too awkward/afraid of rejection to do much of anything about it other than just talk to him in class…
I tried to make my own workout tank top. #fail.
I cannot keep a plant alive no matter how hard I try. I’m watching a “succulent” from Trader Joes slowly die as we speak… Maybe I watered it too much?
If I don’t workout in the morning, it never happens.
I’ve had a pile of hand wash clothes that I need to wash sitting in my closet for a couple weeks now. It takes like 10 minutes…
You’d think by the end of this post that I’d feel bad about myself, talking about all the negative things, but I don’t. I think I rock. Seriously. I’m pretty amazing and I love myself and my quirks and bad habits. It’s who I am.
Your turn: What’s a confession you have? What’s something you love about yourself?