Every year I try to do a series on gratitude during the month of November. Mostly it’s just me jotting down a few things I’m grateful for and not really much else. This year, I realized late last night that I was already behind. Already. Behind. On day 1.
I wanted to do something big and beautiful and worthy of celebrating for November, focusing in on this Thanksgiving and how extraordinarily lucky I am.
But I am already late.
But that’s OK.
So for this year’s series on Gratitude, I’m going to tell stories or share quotes or share something I’m grateful for. I’m not going to feel bad about being behind because this baby I’m growing makes me want to go to sleep at 8:30. I’m not going to play a million days of catch up when I do fall behind. I’m just going to be grateful for being grateful, and love this time of life I’m lucky enough to be in.
Today, I’m grateful for imperfection. We learn so much from the things that go wrong or the things we do wrong. We grow stronger, we become closer to others as we struggle together, we get to know the difference between feeling broken and feeling whole. Imperfection is beautiful and there’s a reason we are all imperfect. It’s so when we do eventually become perfect someday, we understand the difference, and we appreciate the struggle.