I had kind of an epiphany coming home tonight from teaching Zumba. It was our last class in a two-month session, and it was a blast. It is always such a treat to meet new students at the start of a session and see their Zumba love grow and grow, along with their physical abilities and emotional well-being. Zumba Fitness is a wonderful thing.
But I digress.
As I was driving home I thought, “I am so glad I’m not perfect.”
A simple thought, maybe even too obvious? For some reason tonight it just clicked that it’s a GOOD thing to not be perfect. Or anywhere near it. I am like everyone around me–striving for betterment, gradually, but not perfectly. And this is a good thing.
Recognizing my imperfection reminds me of what I really am, of who I really am, and of my potential to be better, and all this brings into sharper focus my more positive traits. As John often reminds me, if we were perfect there would be nothing to learn in this life.
Being imperfect is a good thing.
November 16th, 2010 at 11:41 pm
I’m glad you realized that – because if you were perfect, I would feel really really bad always comparing myself to you! :) ironic, though, that you would think that on the way home, as I was listening to Believing Christ by (someone) Robinson. he talked about how we can’t be perfect. no one can. no one is. the only one who is perfect is Christ, and he makes up for what we can’t attain in this life. that’s what the Atonement is all about. thank goodness for that. because I’m not perfect either.
I’ve even realized that those people who I think are pretty close to perfect AREN’T (at least not all the time). they have messy houses and days where they wear their PJ’s or kids who don’t behave at bedtime and weight that just won’t come off or whatever.
good realization, Shan. thanks for posting!
November 17th, 2010 at 4:47 pm
Thank you for that reminder, Shan. Coming from you makes me feel better about myself because I’ve always admired you and all that you do and are. It helped me to realize that we can all be loved and admired and appreciated and valued, even *more* so, because we aren’t perfect. It gives me hope.