There's No Perfect

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! I've spent way too much time watching Parenthood on Netflix this weekend  

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?