I have a secret to share.
I am not perfect.
I have some bellyflab. Still.
I haven’t been able to get 50 doubleunders twice, even though I’ve been trying for a long time.
While I eat one hell of a lot cleaner and better than ever, I don’t do that perfectly, either. I still eat artificial sweetener, I have never zoned, I find myself making that occasional trip to the soft yogurt joint, which is just an excuse to eat the sugar filled toppings, and I love to eat dates (sugar!).
I try to train consistently but you know what? Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I just don’t.
In life outside of CrossFit I also exhibit this lack of perfection. Sometimes I forget to follow up with my Real Estate clients. What a no no!
Sometimes, although I am willing myself with every molecule of energy to be grateful for that complete pain in the ass who is driving me absolutely crazy, I do not feel grateful.
Sometimes I’m too loud. Sometimes I’m too intense. And sometimes, I post way too much on Facebook.
But you know what? There is one thing I have finally learned to be perfect at. It’s not grammar.
It’s being imperfect.
Among a zillion other things I can think of, CrossFit has taught me how to be absolutely imperfect – and still have a blessed over the top OMG I’m dying over here great time.
Whether I ever get abs, I love every second of this journey of learning how to eat (imperfectly) clean. I love how I feel every single day!
With no chance of seeing an article about myself published on the Mainsite, and no chance of being in front of the crowds at the Games this year, or maybe next, and whether I ever get that muscle up or 10 handstandpushups, I love training with my heart and soul and blood and bones. And I love every second I am a part of this community.
Because I get to share, celebrate and love your achievements, your success, your struggles and your journey with mine.
I am absolutely perfect at loving every day I (and you) am able to train, every WOD I am told to do, every weight I learn to lift and every step I can run – imperfectly.
In Real Estate, this perfection at being imperfect is actually appreciated by my clients. Hey, you know what? I don’t know that answer. I just don’t. Or I forgot. I’m not perfect. I’m an expert at my market, but far from perfect.
In being honest rather than perfect, they love me. They are relieved. They breathe a deep sigh. They feel they can trust me. That’s all they want from a Real Estate Agent. Trust. Not perfection.
So right now, I am being imperfect. I have a new listing to enter, clients to follow up with, 50 doubleunders to achieve, bills to pay, mail to send. And I am writing a blog for Facebook.
With the biggest, happiest, loving life so much, imperfect smile splashed across my absolutely imperfect face.
(PS. I am not editing this post for perfection).