One of the things I always grapple with is the inherent fact that having a blog invites the notion that you're a little narcissistic. Even with my ever-present self-deprecating humor and a healthy idea about what I'm good at and what I'm certainly not, I still feel a bit awkward with this idea. This is probably why I never disclose my Blog on any other social media forum. Not to hide anything (my friends all know about my blog) but just to not put it out there in the form of my life clogging up anyone's newsfeeds or Twitter homepages: "NEW POST! READ ALL ABOUT ME!". Not my style or intention (ps if you do this, I don't care at all. This is just a personal thing for myself. No shame if you rock your blog all over).
And in the spirit of proving that I don't have a blog to pretend like my life is perfect (though I sincerely hope that is evident already), I've decided to point out a few imperfections in my life:
I wax, a lot. Be it my Italian blood or my entrance into my later 20s (or both!): I'm a bit hairy. I have a home-waxing kit and about once every 3-4 weeks, I have a waxing party in my bathroom. I have always told my Sister that part of my "Living Will" (should it need to be executed- knock on wood) indicates that should I be unable to care for myself or make sound decisions- she better be sitting next to my hospital bed heating up my waxing carafe on schedule.
|Sisters don't shake hands... Sisters gotta WAX! (surriously J, that's your job!)|
I've never been to Europe. And I want to go! I really just need to get off my arse and make the arrangements. Speaking of which: not going abroad in college was the STUPIDEST decision I ever made. I don't think of it as "never regret, just smile!"- no, I fully regret that dumb choice.
|The Pacific Ocean sure is beautiful... but I'd love to be looking out over the Mediterranean.|
I settled in my career path. I actually have a really good job that I like with plenty of room to grow. But the field I work in certainly wasn't something I ever dreamed of doing when I was a child. Part of me will probably always feel a bit disappointed in myself for choosing security over passion (though there's definitely value in security).
|My first business trip in my grown-up job in the financial industry. Oy, bye-bye dreams of farm life!|
I only got my finances truly figured out in the last two years. Before then it was spend, spend, spend, freak out, spend, not open mail, etc. Ridiculous. Thankfully, I didn't OD on credit cards or anything like that, but I had more overdraft charges on my debit card than I'd like to admit. And for material things that mean nothing. I think all high schoolers should be required to take a Personal Finance class. I certainly could have used it.
|Does this young buck look like she knew how to save a buck? Survey says- NO!|
I'm psychotic about 'knocking on wood'. It's not cute and it's not cool. I do it all day long and can't help myself. For someone who sincerely questions faith in the unseen, this is quite out of character.
|Finding wood to knock on during a hike... after some scary words were uttered. #GetHelp|
What's an "imperfection" in your life?